Monthly Archives: October 2020

Could it be the road less traveledIs only the one I never was on The only difference –winter to spring/summer to fallIs the brown paper package-‐the wrappings A taxi meter runs on the yellow brick roadwe all pay a fare … Continue reading →

Sustainable pines Not for a minute they yearn For pink leaves falling dversepoets.com Below are directions. I wrote a haiku. (and yes, some leaves look pink) you might have heard of “What 3 Words” https://what3words.com/about-us/. The developers of what3words have divided … Continue reading →

When the sun is set it is clear (or should be), that no persuading will erase the darkness. Morning follows evening no matter how long the night, the only difference being how sound we sleep. “That habit will be the … Continue reading →

One morning in April An ominous sky of gray reminds me of October and jack-o’-lanterns/ a shell of spring with a candle of hope flickering/I erase doubt with my eyes/ a skyscraper/I squeegee a waterfall of rain to find an … Continue reading →

If hope is a thing with feathersHow sad I have none to grow If hope is a just a heartacheIt’s a pain I often know If hope is a merely a memeIt may reach only my eyes and ears If … Continue reading →

Leaves fall/she reaches in mid air/one crumples in her hand/Or are they under her feet/Callous to earth’s mortuary/splintered light zips from his eyesThreading hers/Together they dance to the melody of the wind/cater to the leaves/wait for spring/Or are these farewells … Continue reading →

October be the darkest tis trueGnarled branches take on a life of their ownAmid the shadows between grey and blueWhere warmth brings smiles–cold now frowns I drive by fields –why does no one gleanSome starve while we turn under what … Continue reading →

Where lush grass blanketed the earth, its worn fibers now appear threadbare. As the sun turns over in his sleep, I feel the chill, resorting to synthetic layers and shearing of sheep. Downy clouds aboveWhite blankets of snow aheadNeither keep … Continue reading →

What?No prompt?Lord, you know I get lost Depend upon youAlone? Sand off the lacquerThe gloss gone Now bare boneYou grate meGnarled and odorousGingerroot overwhelms in extravagant quantity I am more than an unknown nameAs Neptune — meaningless as the god … Continue reading →

Perhaps nowAn Optimistic October isObliging us withOstentatious opulence An obese orb overflowing withOpportunity for the observant –not obliviousIf we take heed the obvious Stay open-minded to omnipotenceWe may find the objectOf something never before known After allOctober will have a … Continue reading →