Worrisome, unsettling times
lead me to wallow.
Sometimes in fear
at other times,
in the simple joys of my mortality.
I search out small
gasp worthy moments,
holding them close.
This sunset, a diverse gathering,
seagulls, pigeons, crows,
sparrows and humans – and
For dVerse Poets quadrille night where the prompt is “Gasp”, and De is hosting. To participate or read go here.
the bell tolls
folks trudge in
engage in talks with god
she doesn’t go anymore
when he opens that floodgate, there are way too many tears
no more big digs into her soul
no – she doesn’t go anymore
especially not when the bell tolls
Kim is hosting at dVerse where the prompt word is “Bell”. To read more or participate go here
These conversations of ours
It feels like you are forever in my presence
moreso than when you walked the earth
So agreeable, and still with the jokes
Don’t you have somewhere else to be?
What type of grieving is this?
– these conversations of ours
For dVerse Poets Pub where the host, De, gives the word Type to be used in a quadrille (a 44 word poem created at dVerse). To participate or just read, go here
A new madness on the march
intent on a deadly swath across the land.
Flexing power, thought long gone.
Terror now reins
unsettling time and space
Stuffing all through the eyes of this unforgiving storm
I wait, with tentative hopes for spring
For quadrille (a 44wordpoem) night over at dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt offered was “Eye”. Björn is hosting. To part take, or just read go here
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.
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.
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.
in the fine tremors
of the pear blossoms
cast by a butterfly in flight
under the noon day sun
these moments in time I reach for
when my stomach is in knots
by events out of my control
For dVerse Poets Pub for quadrille night being hosted by Mish
For Cees Flower of The Day challenge #FOTD
knowing looks, whispers
due only to the skin one is in
this norm sewn into our fabric
not swiftly abandoned
cannot withstand hard looks
does this not gnaw
at every soul?
this thing, that is undoing us,
will it ever be excised?
For dVerse Poets Pub where Sarah is hosting and the prompt is “Swift” on quadrille night ( a 44 word poem).
My mom is at home on hospice care. Her independence has been dealt a blow. Dementia reared its ugly head but, she forges on. At times she drifts.
in talks with long gone kin
peers across dimension
without much intension
a slip in time..
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is quadrille night. Our host asks us to write a 44 word poem with the use of the word “go”. I used “gone”.
To read or join in go here https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/22/goinggoinggone-poeming/
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