Open

Go to the window
Earth’s curve waits for you
under wild skies
 
Run through the door
spin, sway, swing and play
 
Hinge
the circle
spill outside
boundaries fall before your feet
 
Breathe in heaven
swim with stars
 
Reach out
palms up in supplication
arms open

 

Writtien for dVerse Poets Pub, where Victoria asked us to write a Quadrille (44 words, exactly) about some aspect of the word, “open.”

Journey

In the beginning
trepidation, excitement
so much to look forward to

I will begin
today
I will step
into a world
swirling with chance and choice
a broken world full of hope

Anything can happen
that is the fear and the wonder
anything can happen

 

This is for dVerse Poets Pub.  Click on the link and check it out.

Almost

I sit cross-legged
in the garden
on the warm earth

Sweet peas
wave to me
from the trellis.
Morning glories nod
and curl into sleep

As night
sets the stars alight
the breeze
whispers you
against my neck
almost as if you were here

 

I’m breezing in slightly late with a Quadrille for Bjorn at dVerse.  He asked us to write a poem of exactly 44 words including the title, and use the word “breeze” somewhere in it.

Glancing Blow

She looked
past his shoulder
to the couple
at the
next table:
her blue dress
his brown mustache
their fingers
twisted together
on the table

She could not look
at the familiar
mouth
as it formed the
words that
split
her
down
the middle

All Aboard

Take
this day
examine it
hold it up to the light
check for flaws, irregularities
but by all means
use it
 
Minutes, hours may drag
but the years screech past
relentless a train

This is for Bjorn at dVerse Poets Pub who asked we write something to do with trains.  This is only a passing mention, but I think it still qualifies.

Looking Down

Walking up the hill
I stop to notice
long, shallow trenches
exposed after the snow melt
 
I imagine mice running
through ice tunnels
protected from wind
and predators
in their winter labyrinth
 
But now
their secrets are laid bare
under a shimmering
unforgiving sun

This is a Quadrills (44 words) including “shimmer” for Victoria at dVerse.  And it is inspired by nature for Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.  Thank you both for the writing prompts and the space to post. There’s day 4 done and dusted. Phew!
 

For the Birds

How do you deal
with the guilt that comes
from splitting
a finite pie of time
to feed the infinite needs
of all the people
depending on you,
like a siege of herons
mouths open
greedy, starving
for your
time?

Remember
oh selfless one
at the end of the stories
in The Picture Book of Saints
the martyrs
always
die

This is linked to dVerse Poets Pub, even though it doesn’t really have anything to do with birds, where De asked us to write something including one or more of the interesting names for groups of birds.

Changes

Today tastes just a little more
like fall.
Looking through the forest
there are spaces
between the leaves
that weren’t there a week ago.
It seems the bees are more insistent;
rose hips are on display
having grown heavy
and orange.
The day lilies have gone to seed,
rattling in a breeze
that hints at cooler, shorter days.
And here we are,
on the cusp of autumn
with winter in the wings.
Soon the trees
will reach their naked, grey arms
to a sky filled with geese,
and frost will spin
its silvery webs through the night.
Snows will fall,
light will fail,
the riot of life
will end.
Of course, after winter
there will always be another spring,
though it may not be our spring.

This is linked to dVerse Poets Pub open link night, though it started when Kanzen Sakura, one of the dVerse team members, asked us to write about changes.

Confessional Poem

Bless me Father
for I have sinned.
My last confession was
in a previous life;

before I became
the apple of your eye

before I had
knowledge of good and evil

before I knew
any serpent
in the biblical sense

before I cried
alone in the garden

before I became
the lamb
the sacrifice

before you opened me
with your lance
and blood and water
flowed out

before thy will
not my will
was done
over
and over again.

Damn you father
for you have sinned.

Over at http://dversepoets.com/2015/03/10/pst-pst-have-a-confession-tell-us-a-secret/ Anthony has asked us to write a poetic confession.  I sort of made that into confessional poetry with a twist.  In the interest of full disclosure (which I do not recommend for poets, but am doing anyway) I have never been sexually abused by anyone, clergy or otherwise.  But someone who I love has been, so these are my words about her experience.