Cloudy Perspective

Flying over a sea of clouds
soft waves over a deep blue sky
poetry is found in movement
inspiring me to dream again

soft waves over a deep blue sky
lofty brushstrokes of gray and white
earth below drifts further away
as I soar on wide open wings

poetry is found in movement
it's the rhythm and heartbeat of life
learning to ride countless moon tides
dancing beyond the clouds of doubt

inspiring me to dream again
searching for my greater story
a heaven bird on a journey
born from a lost wandering star

linking with dVerse - Returning to Fours hosted by Laura 

So for today’s MTB prompt we too are returning to a French poetry form but one we have not had before on dVerse. It’s very similar to the more familiar Quatern but for today we focus on The Retourne

• 16 lines made up of 4 quatrains
• 8 syllables per line
• a tumbling refrain using the last 3 lines of the first stanza thus:
  xABC Axxx Bxxx Cxxx.
• unrhymed

Dancing Refrains

Courtesy of Pixabay - Geralt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Singing from my weary heart
my poetic love song for you
fragmented verses fall apart
singing from my weary heart
a noun, a verb, a quick jump-start
today, I'm feeling the melancholy blues
singing from my weary heart
my poetic love song for you

dVerse - Quadrille #259
hosted by De

prompt: Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some literal form of the word SING.

Close Encounter

 

Driving home late under the hunter’s moon navigating the mountain highway.  Headlights flickering through the darkness. The wind shifting as decaying leaves fall from the semi-bare trees.  A pair of glowing orbs pierce through the darkness. Time seems to slow down as an outline comes into view.  A deer stands in total stillness, my heart pounds.

I silently pray don’t do it.  It’s me, asphalt and the deer as I slow down.  Suddenly, in a flash he retreats to the woods vanishing into the tree lines.  I breathe a sigh of relief as time resumes at a normal pace.

windy autumn night
vanishing ghosts in the dark
regeneration

dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Frank 

Whether it’s the light of October’s Full Moon, or the fright of Halloween, let’s testify! Write a haibun that alludes to either the Hunter’s Moon or Halloween 

Author's note:  Thanks for visiting 

Enough Today

The evening sky was growing darker.  The clouds hung low an ominous warning of the fast-approaching storm.  Lightning cracked the sky and thunder roared.  The rain pouring over the fresh graves as the roses and lilies wilt.

"The dead were settling in under their mud roof and something was shuffling overhead".  Jake the undertaker was dragging his long shovel as he headed back to the shed.  His day was done with that last heap of dirt.  Wiping his face of the days grime he silently prayed as he always does for the dead. Rest in peace.

Suddenly, there in the darkness a black cat sprang out chasing a small mouse.  The undertaker thought there has been enough death for today.  His legs and back ached as he shuffled after the cat.  Spooky, he said, "it's time for us to go home". 

dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery 
hosted by Kim

for the prompt write up to a 144 word piece of prosery incorporating the following lines chosen

 from ‘Body’ in your Prosery are:

“the dead were settling in under their mud roof
and something was shuffling overhead”

Ibbi Pip

Ibbi Pip Birdhouse Troll 

Ibbi Pip wanders through the musical forest
beneath the canopy of interlocking tree branches
her thoughts are filled with nature and human kind
she hums to the sound of chickadees and sparrows

singing her song of hope and love 

Carrying her sack of colorful birdhouses
slowly but steadily she hangs each one with care
listening for the tap tap tap of a woodpecker
her mind drifts as she roams from tree to tree

singing her song of sharing the world 

Ibbi observed humans building these in their yards 
a vision formed, she found her purpose in life
sharing her creativity with a smile on her face
one birdhouse at a time her heart swells with love

singing her song of compassion for nature

sharing with dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Mish 

author's note:  I went to see an exhibit "Trolls Save the Humans" Created by Danish recycling artist Thomas Dambo from reclaimed materials, these larger-than-life figures blend folklore, sustainability, and storytelling.

Once a Rose

photo credit unknown

beauty is fleeting
roses no longer bloom here
flower shop now closed 

Posted for Sunday Senryu 
hosted by Rall

Autumn's Arrival

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn’s palette of terracotta, mustard and rust
the old pickup left a trail of dust

An eagle soars high above the tall pine trees
gone are the stings of bees

A moose quietly makes his own tracks
trees fall with the sound of an axe

Squirrels gathering nuts for winter
a woodsman has a splinter

The secluded cabin is warm and cozy
in the darkness howls a coyote

written for dVerse Poetry Form - hosted by Grace 

This week, break the couple.    Write a poem incorporating one of these couplets.

Choose one:
Broken Couplet — disrupt the expected relationship between the two lines.

Split Couplet — experiment with a longer first line and a shorter second line.

Hinged Couplet — let the second line turn, transform, or change the meaning of the first.