Monthly Archives: November 2020

Her beach walk was at midnightMoon and stars her only light She came across a sand castleShe thought a life with no hassle Morning dawned and hid the starsA blazing sun revealed scars While darkness lured her to a pledgeNow … Continue reading →

Painted on her dreams she spiedParades of kings seated highProudly one did catch her glancePrison lured her to his trancePalettes of color now runPeaceful hues now look like onePlacid she is stuck in mud Dversepoets.com We are to write a … Continue reading →

A visit ended on a satisfied note, and I began the 45 minute drive home. My mind churning and tires turning, I paid the toll booth fare, set my speed on cruise control and off I went.. About 15 minutes … Continue reading →

The antithesis of all my eyes beholdCataracts glaze the surface of my soulAmong the bramble and the herb garden of sweet-savory scentsI walk and dream of where I have not been (no, not yet) Like wheat fields I sway to … Continue reading →

Embalmed Maples no longer bleedLimbs frozen in timeWe walk among November’s griefGiving thanksFor a promise afore and aft dversepoets.com A Jisei is a Japanese death poem. Let us write our own Jisei. Write a haikai (haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, Gogyohka) … Continue reading →

A soft gray evening sneaks up and wraps itself around me.I am writing under a lamp, the sun now far from meNot writing in the morning, as I usually doThe back side of a day gives my eyes a different … Continue reading →

Darkness (what hides there)All we don’t knowWhy so afraid to go What can happen–I might see you there (In caged captivity) Anything elseI might find meIt won’t be scary Carry a bright lightOh the possibilitiesOf starlit nights! dversepoets.com quadrille time. … Continue reading →

Clothed in gingham checksShe lingers through a zephyrStrong coffee feigns peaceA black widow takes her fillLovers don’t know what hit them Linking up with Linda Kruschke and Paint chip Poetry and dversepoets.com for Thursday open link night. The theme this … Continue reading →

Dave and Sally entered the house of mirrors hand in hand thinking, this will be a cinch, a child’s game to get through, but as they walked deeper, mirrors on all sides, before, behind and above, hemmed them in. Some … Continue reading →

A Chanterelle is edible, but many do not knowPrecious fodder for the foragerA plum perfect secret from the crowd My eyes a murky sea glassReflections can mimic outer spaceI see distorted imagesDraped in antique lace Though blizzards blind and toss … Continue reading →