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/
In lockdown, bright sunny days are lures to resist.
The flush of spring was without fanfare, the blooms are on their own
No leisurely stroll under cherry blossoms this spring. Nature tips the scale.
a new moon
the earth feels tilted
up is down
For Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge where the prompt is New Moon
dVerse Poets Pub where Mish is hosting Quadrille Monday (a 44 word poem) invented by dVerse. The prompt word this week us “Flush”. You can do some reading of join in here
In the black of night
I step out onto the porch, no light…
Stars are bright, moon’s out
adding to the magic of the night
Wonder how many others are
are finding this night just right
Counting stars enhances the magic of the night
Tonight over at dVerse Poets Pub Linda is hosting Monday Quadrille (a 44 word poem invented at dVerse) and the prompt word is “Magic”. So stop by to read or to participate go here.
As I look out at the garden, browns look back at me. Baby leaves everywhere are not yet big enough to hide the strewn of winter. The dry grass stir in the breeze.
born of lively worm hunt, and worm moon
For Quadrille Mondays (a 44 word poem invented at dVerse Poets Pub) where the prompt words is “Stir”
Eugi’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is “Song”
Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haikai Challenge where the prompt is ” Super (Worm) Moon”
In the garden, a sweet scent romps with the occasional gust. A small tree that once lived in the shadow of the mulberry, is now rich with scented blooms.
at the heart of the
butterfly’s dance, the sweet scent
of blooms – warm spring day
For dVerse poets where it’s quadrille monday and Kim is hosting. The prompt is “Rich”
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Sweet & Heart