I was the driver You in the passenger seat Not moving forward Traveling backwards and fast Not on a straight path But neverending circles Dreams bring truth to lightImparting inner wisdom Telling it’s time to move on dVerse Poetics – Dream Interpretations, hosted by Sanaa. TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 49 – Mental Health, hosted by Yvette.
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Instructions on Not Giving Up
I have quite the problem you see As there is no head atop me Well, I started the duel (I know I’m a fool) He lopped off my head But I find I’m not dead The red Hunter’s Moon bewitched me. I managed to stay on my horse (He is prone to canter off course)Continue reading “Instructions on Not Giving Up”
Fungi Network
damp-earth sprouts tiny spores stunning mushrooms break ground just a peak of what lies beneath networks dVerse MTB: cinquains revisited, hosted by Björn
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning I’ve waited all week The corner stores are calling The deli of Henry and Henry Joe’s candy shop Mommy hands me a few dollars Off I go for the New York Sunday Times And a half dozen bagels A large load for a little girl to carry Luckily, there is room in my pockets ForContinue reading “Sunday Morning”
Buried Heads
Heads neatly tucked inside ourselves. Denial is our enemy; distractions are our downfall. We are soldiers neatly lined in formation, blindly following those whose heads are buried even deeper than our own. Where can we find light in this never-ending shade? It starts with a simple question. I steal furtive glances among my associates andContinue reading “Buried Heads”
It
I watch it dance in the periphery Intent on infiltrating my persona Its probing fingers skirt the margins Tentatively gauging my receptiveness Why do I reject it? Block it with irrational fear Smother it with useless worries It is not easily deterred A frequent guest at the metaphorical door Patiently chipping away the armor As it liberates tiny shafts of illumination dVerse Poetics hosted byContinue reading “It”
Mysterious Mushroom
I come upon a miniature mushroom standing on the forest floor ignoring my presence. Without invitation I sit beside the mushroom expecting some magical moment. Shouldn’t there be a diminutive door for the little gnomes that must live inside? The moss matted yard provides the perfect cushion for their tiny tumbling toddlers. Or, perhaps it’sContinue reading “Mysterious Mushroom”
Twelve Painted Rocks
Twelve painted rocksPlaced along the trailSlowing me down and drawing me in.I envision each artist at workDecipher each painting’s messageWonder at each rocks’ placement choice.Exiting the path – feeling fulfilledAn intended lone stroll Heartened by a dozen companions. Prompted by dVerse host Lisa to write a Quadrille (44 words) incorporating some form of the wordContinue reading “Twelve Painted Rocks”
Building On The Sand
They are building high-rises on the sand, while the powers that be look the other way. Denying that water will take over the land; that a monster storm could develop any day. What do they expect to pass? As their buildings shall not rise as a ship’s hull; Instead they will shatter like fragile glass;Continue reading “Building On The Sand”
Be the Rhythm
Living life in a bottle;As the world gyrates to its frenetic beat.Hips start swaying;Feet start tapping;Time to go bang the drum. dVerse host Punam prompts us to write a poem incorporating two song titles by Linda Perry.