Plumes of smoke follow her
swirling as she moves from room to room
“Smudging mean spirits”, she explains
As she moves about, there were whispered words escaping her lips. His young mind wonders,
“Who is she talking to?”
He’d best be well behaved today.
For dVerse Piers Pub where Mish is hosting and the word to be included is “Smudge”. It is Quadrille Monday. To join or read go here.
under the furrowed gaze of ancestors
a nation undergoing one of the biggest bellyache in its history
is there no cure in sight for such stinking thinking –
a knot in time
on occasion she asks
to be taken over there
and thrown over
no indication as to where ‘there’ is
she just wants to be done with life
at times she would grab my hand and point with a huge smile
a finger to her lips, hushing me
she was listening as though she was a part of a conversation
and was trying to pull me in
I was to find out later this gathering included her mom, sister, nephew, my dad and some little girl she can never name
all are long dead
too bad I am not able to say
with any certainty that
I see dead people
For dVerse Poets where Mish is hosting and we’re using Movie quotes in a poem. I used
“I see dead people.” – The Sixth Sense, 1999 –
The join in or just read go here
down the road in time
a look back shows a loss of mind
facts wounded, locked in a bind
rummage through states of mind
shows emperor clinging to his line
time reveals some knew these truths
chose power, stayed tucked in ruse
For dVerse where Lillian is hosting Quadrille Monday ( 44 word poem invented by the piers at dVerse). The prompt word tonight is “Wound”. To read or to join in go here
I’m not remembering
what planted the seed
Maybe it was the repetition,
Everything three times
The bare bones of the vocabulary
Always seem to be searching trying to hang onto thoughts in flight
No one dared put words to such unsettling thoughts
At dVerse Poets Pub Merril is hosting Quadrille night, we’re using “seed” in a poem.
redemption songs –
this centuries old dance
For Eugi’s prompt… Dance
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Stomping through puddles
in my Sunday best
Sailing paper boats
in rain puddles.
Lessons on the smell of rain
“Smell that?”, she’d ask.
When the first plopping raindrops
hit parched soil.
Time taken for the little things,
never a bother
to my warrior mother.
For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.
I see her in your eyes
quiet affirmations –
The elements of the Abhanga are:
- stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
- syllabic, 6-6-6-4 syllables each
- rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.
For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt where the prompt for this week is “Reflection”. To see other entries or to participate, go here
I keep you
deep in my heart
you waltzed in
and never left
ever so often
I find myself hiding you
in my poetry
yes – I do keep you
deep in my heart
For dVerse Poets Pub where Grace is hosting and the prompt is body parts as metaphors To read or join in go here