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.

Unravelling the Tapesty of Life

The Lady of Shalott (1875) public domain

 The lady of Shalott
under a mysterious curse
never to look upon Camelot

one day she heard his song
entranced by his lovely verse
that’s when thing went wrong

a glance on the shadow land
under moonlight she would traverse
leaving isolation was unplanned

in a boat she departed down river
entangled in the tapestry of her curse
the night air tasted cold and bitter 

drifting into an eternal dream
singing her songs of love in verse
she had a lovely face, Lancelot beamed

under a glowing sky her soul soared
in the silence not a voice was heard

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics

hosted by Sanaa

Prompt: For today’s Poetics, I would like you all to choose ONE of the paintings by John Atkinson Grimshaw and write a poem inspired by it. You can write an ekphrastic poem or simply take the title as a springboard or both. The choice is yours.   

Hum Hum Humming

courtesy of Pixabay  - leeandron

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tell me where is the hum of life
is it found hiding in humbleness
is it found in the thumbprints of humans
is it found in the songs of humpbacks
is it found in the heart thumping
tell me where is the humming

writing a dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille 

hosted by De - writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word "hum"

Thank you for visiting! 

Five Thoughts From Home

Courtesy of Pixabay

 My home
is internal
tranquility of mind
a personal sanctuary
watchful

watchful
northern wind blows
riot of windswept leaves
scattering around my being
changing

changing
southerly winds
singing into the light
contemplating a sea of blue
calmness

calmness
eastern sunrise
wonders of a new day
shades of pale gold and tinted pink
hope shines

hope shines
western sunset
closing the door of day
stars navigating the heavens
sweet dreams

dVerse Poets Pub - MTB Five Leavings from Home 

Hosted by Laura

And that is where our MTB poetry prompt begins today, leaving home, the central compass point of departure, thus:

• 25 lines
• 5 stanzas –
  • 1^st stanza is your home (real or imaginary)
  • next 4 stanzas – each compass point away from your home
• 5 lines per stanza – quintain
  • syllabic structure, optional rhyme (Crown Cinquain)*
  • OR
  • unrhymed and unstructured (Pentastitch)
• the title should begin or include: “Five …………”

Painters of Stars

Long ago and far away, before roads, cars busy towns and cities were built.  There was a place unspoiled where trees grew tall and buffalo roamed. Halona was happy living amongst her people. Her names means "of good fortune" as she had a dream that the star people were watching from the heavens and would lead the people in their greatest needs.

She climbed the hills and came to the mouth of a great mountain.  There before her a portal of shining light. She entered softly, unheard. On the cavern walls story paintings of fire and warring nations.  She saw little speckles of light dappling against the smooth saucer shaped hallows of rocks.

The starpainters are taking over now,  leaving a trail of light in times of darkness for generations to come. Halona paints in hues of blue and green for mother earth's survival. 

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery 
hosted by Mish writing Prosery a Tribute to Gordon Downie

author's note; A bit of fictional storytelling for tonight. I hope you enjoyed it. I had to revise multiple times  to keep it at 144 words. The story took on a life of its own and I had two full pages and could have kept writing.