there was still life
in the veins of the leaf
after it had fallen;
it quivered when it touched the ground,
impatient to be swept away
for yet another mile
now it lies still at my feet —
still and forgotten.
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there is a part of me,
crystalized;
hanging from a longing cedar bough ~
trapped in layered stillness
& waiting for (the) spring
when all i want to do
is ebb and flow.
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shall we not flourish in the springtime rains?
where liquid crystal moistens earthen tongue,
and green conceals the last of winter’s stains.
will we go far from where our bodies sprung?
past rolling hills beneath a blazing sun,
to vales of summer; youthful songs unsung.
when autumn reigns, will we then come undone?
give up our leaves to mighty gusts of wind,
and slow this walk, that’s only just begun.
have we surrendered; have our roots been skinned?
the joy of life, mere echo in our veins,
and winter’s breath leaves hollowed mind chagrined.
shall we be bound by bitter winter’s chains?
shall we not flourish in the springtime rains?
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Tony Maude over at dVerse Poets Pub invites us to to try the Terza Rima at “Form For All” today. This is my contribution – a Terza Rima Sonnet. Come on over, fiddle with the form and join us at the bar!
photo credits: josephinewall.co.uk
winter came.
too soon;
the bird sang ~
and stood,
frozen,
on the dying lake.
after a lifetime
of guidelines,
it still
hadn’t learned
to follow the rules.
it showed the snow
its cold shoulder,
shook off the stupor;
cast the wind
an icy stare
and took off
to warm its wings
elsewhere.
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Finally…
Rest is needed – so tired;
I struggle through
Days – gloomy and gray
Autumn’s cold shoulder… i can imagine
You feel it, too.
sun’s edge carefully dulled
as if it had lost its twang;
and though she refuses politely,
she gets tangled, caught
in autumn’s dark gray cotton candy,
shooting strings of wetness
upon trees and heads alike.
we all can only hope
that these rich drops
are our dear old friend’s parting tears
as she packs her bags for the season –
and not
incontinence issues.
… a somewhat quirky poem written for dVerse’s Open Link Night – let’s go grab a drink at the bar!
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photo credits: fineartamerica.com
and here they arrive
the winds and rains
chasing summer away
a brief one it was
but nevertheless
the sun showed, a few times a day
the air getting colder
the smell of the earth
announcing that autumn is near
get jackets and scarves
and stock up on tea,
my favorite time of the year
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hot and sticky skin,
and the ice-blue waters flow
to no relief!
falling leaves rustle softly
at the brink of the dying day
painting the world
in shades of grey
go to sleep
one last time
and dream
of days to come.
i know you’re probably in hiding for a reason, but i cannot resist the urge to ask where you went – since i haven’t seen your face in so long.
yes, pretty much everyone is expecting of you to make an appearance since it’s your season and all, and rising up to the expectations of others can be frustratingly hard sometimes.
me writing this probably won’t change a thing (me usually being more of a “rain person” and i’m sure you know it), but i at least have to try. so maybe if i ask nicely (pretty please) and also throw in a quivering lip, you’ll be convinced.
please?
it’s your time to shine (boom tish)!
respectfully,
an admirer
light on leaves
and the worm finds its place
underneath the bloody fountain.
damaged confessions
in the mists of dawn
escaping from bright red lips.
flowers wilt
and the next thing you know
there’ll be snowflakes to cover the mountain.
the veil is torn
and the memories escape
sailing, on faded ships.
Another Wandering Soul 