I Have Known

 Acquainted with the Night
  by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain

  I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the owls fly unseen
where the moon hides quietly out of sight

  I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the birds have no song
where the rain pounds with all its might

   I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the brokenhearted dwell
where the stars have lost their sparkle and delight

I have known the deep darkness of night

its the place where roads end and begin
where the lonely write by candle-light

 

I have known the deep darkness of night
its the place where the birch trees bend
where the sun awakens, bringing morning light

written for dVerse A Bookish Mood
writing about dead Poets hosted by Dora

 

Robert Frost is a favorite of mine
I have been to his house in Vermont
which is now a  museum

 His resting place Bennington Vermont
an old church cemetery

Autumn Shifts

On my daily walk, I take in the view looking for signs of autumn's changing hues.  The shift in color seems to be slower this year.  Perhaps, the warmer weather has thrown mother nature off course.  There are a few yellows and oranges. I think, most of the leaves are just dying,  falling to their death in slow motion.

I notice the heron walking along the water's edge.  I wonder if the bird notices the changing landscape? Maybe, it doesn't care as long as it catches a meal.  Will nature give signs that it is time to migrate? We pass each other in silence as we often do.  I smile, I have named this one "Patience".  He has the ability to stand still on tall stilt legs for the longest time.  I know when the cold wind comes, he will fly away to warmer shores and I will spend more time indoors.

falling autumn leaves
great heron catching a meal
frogs no longer croak

 

Written for dVerse hosted by Frank
writing a haibun about fall

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Heartbreak Hotel Breaking the Spell

Heartbreak hotel
I checked in there a time or two
stayed in a room decorated in blue
there I dwelled thinking of you

Heartbreak hotel
high on a cliff, my tears swell
singing to a tune, I know too well
trying to break your magic spell

Heartbreak hotel
tossing my sorrow into the sea
seeking a refuge a place to flee
there are no golden room keys

no, no, no because it's heartbreak hotel

Heartbreak hotel
harboring secrets, I’ll never tell
caught between heaven and hell
listening for the lighthouse bell

Heartbreak hotel 
the place for broken dreams
filled with shadowy figurines
you won't find any fancy limousines

no, no, no because it's heartbreak hotel

Heartbreak hotel
songs of love whisper in the night
the moon is shining gloriously bright
just hang on until morning light....

Elvis - Heartbreak Hotel  - click it to listen

writing for hotel hosted by Mary 

sharing with desperate poets hosted by Brendan

We the Dreamers

We the dreamers
see with different eyes
visions of you, me and us
who travel the night sky
as our eyelids softly shut

We the dreamers
under the moon and stars
navigate the unknown realm
darkness can cut leaving scars
whom or what is at the helm

We the dreamers
traveling through vast space
confronting beasts of the night
cosmic storms often await
praying for morning light

We the dreamers
pave the way for non-dreamers
searching for fragments of hope
deceivers, receivers, believers
shattered pieces of the globe

We the dreamers
collective in the quest
gathering energy seeking healing
the night often brings no rest
even though we are sleeping

We the dreamers
invite you to look inside
follow that small beacon of light
let your conscious be your guide
may our hearts somehow unite

written for dVerse
hosted by Bjorn - writing form a collective point of view

I haven't felt much like writing lately…

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Butternut Squash

unknown

 

Autumn brings to mind
warm butternut squash soup
sweet and earthly 

deliciously creamy texture
with hints of  garlic, sage
cinnamon and nutmeg

sprinkles of roasted pepitas
ground pepper and a dash
of paprika

filling my bowl on a fall day
giving thanks for the farmer's
harvest

gathering my words what can I
share with the world that is hungry
for food from the vine of hope

will a taste leave you satisfied
yearning for a warm feeling inside
I'll let you decide.....

written for dVerse
hosted by Merril writing about soup

 

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Rolling with the Hills

Mountains at Saint-Rémy (Montagnes à Saint-Rémy)Vincent Van Gogh

Life is full of rolling hills
mountains are the hardest to climb
perhaps, it’s the altitude that brings chills

 Each step of desperation
courage comes from tribulation
nature a breath of inspiration
we are connected with creation

Life is full of rolling hills
Miss- Understood stands before me
listening to the mockingbird’s trill

 The sky a shade of melancholic blue
I guess, it depends on your point of view
you gave me a mountain, what am I to do
shine some rays of light to see me through

 Perhaps, we’re all just a work of art
trying to figure out the pieces of our heart
enjoy the beauty before it falls apart

Written for whatsgoingon
hosted by Susan writing about ‘hills’

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written for desperate poets
hosted by Brendan - writing about desperate beauty

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Brushes of Autumn

Courtesy of Pixabay

The falling autumn leaf
brushes against her cheek
the sweet musky smell
catches her by surprise

where have the flirty
floral scents gone….

lost in the colorful splendor
hidden from view a
decaying world

a time of transition
harvesting and preservation
necessities of life

written for dVerse
hosted by Lisa
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word "brush"

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