Monthly Archives: September 2020

I ask for wind and get rainIf I will the seasons it shall always be summerAnd fruit will always be on the vine I do not summonHe who graces me with life and wordsTo flaunt and goadI sit in stillness … Continue reading →

One friend cannot sleep on the night of a full moon. She blames the ocean tides. Throughout the years, in my many encounters, I observed many behaving far from the ordinary when stars move away from center stage. As earth … Continue reading →

Once in a blue moon you might find someone who is truly yoursThough it may take a lifetime to truly know Volcanic eruptions release hot lavaWe wait to see signs of obsidian stone Or will we turn to slate from … Continue reading →

The eagle flies alone and cuts through the windHe soars above the storm and stares at the sun The butterfly finds rest in a sheltered spaceWhen the air is calm he resumes his pace Salmon swim upstream to spawnHis entire … Continue reading →

I am a plantA seed hidden deepMy roots spreadIntertwine with chaos…and hungryRandom and unseenStrength gathersFruit blooms in its seasonWinter is long Dversepoets.com Four images to inspire a poem. I chose the one above. Titles are removed so as to inspire … Continue reading →

  I see the majesty of the eagleWhile he sees the inspiration of the sky I marvel at his grace and wingspanHe needs no audience to fly My feet are earthbound as longAs I stare beneath and sigh I too…have … Continue reading →

Color seeks a blank canvasMy brown eyes see green flash(es)They beckon–go, loosen your dreams! Soft and warmed wordsCan now be fresh-squeezedFlavoring any grand plan Ah, beware!The serpent beguiled EveNot tongue-tied but fork-tonguedNo warning of aimless tumbleweeds Driven by the wind … Continue reading →

I read faceless wordsVoices of the past echoSeasons turn a page ddversepoets.com open link Thursday. Many met live through the airways and I could not. Thought of how it would be nice to put faces to words. So I wrote … Continue reading →

It seems as though you are still summerThough feeders now have empty chairsAnd flowers sleep later stillAnd turn with evening’s chillYou cling tight to lifeDeath at the doorWithout criesYou leaveMe This is a third nine-line poem. I realized after the … Continue reading →

Once again I lingered in the nightI wake to an unwelcome guestSummer’s aged hand strokes meShe is saying good-byePrepare now beforeI slip awayLeaves gatherAnd frostKills   Number 2 Growing Season Those deep hues called me out as I dove in … Continue reading →