collection of poems
in heartfelt delivery
friends from near and far
hear labor of love in words
I wrote a gogyohka this morning, then realized
I could use the same theme to write a sijo to respond to
Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Challenge #44: Overcome.
Words of Healing
Searching both heart and soul,
a poet finds words of healing.
Held close at first, they come alive
when read to a circle of friends.
Recovery follows loss,
as a gentle rain quenches a drought.
A Higher Plane
I follow a light and the path
it offers, the secret held
in musical notes that float
as they dance with sunbeams,
stepping stones that lead higher
and higher. The notes become
so numerous they can’t be
discerned from the light
that wraps itself around me
and opens my eyes to a new day,
one of acceptance of all, by all.
This is my response to Poetics: Visionary Poetry, the prompt from Ingrid at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which asks us to write a poem inspired by a vision or dream.
The Intent of Moonlight and Ethereal Synapses
A haze struggles to dim a light traveling
the distance that binds two bodies.
Our growing world of disconnect, challenged
by invisible connections. Clouds shift,
strain to cast shadows, oblivious to the aura
framing them. Different wavelengths of light,
thoughts conflicting, gelling. Powerless
to impede, branches sway their hips to its pull,
the flow from one chamber to the next echoing
tidal forces, defying the disconnect, absorbing
those wavelengths in a way not imagined
but realized. The embrace of affirmation, a kiss.
This is from a reading at The Gumbo Bottoms Single Pot Still Poetry Society … Gumbo Bottoms Ale House, Jefferson City, MO (09 Jan 2023).
First appearing in easing the edges: a collection of everyday miracles, edited by D Ellis Phelps, The Intent of Moonlight and Ethereal Synapses is now included in my poetry collection, Glass Awash, published by Spartan Press.
How a Heart Heals
Long held in self-imposed darkness,
removed from all past pain,
a heart boldly wills itself to open
to possibilities, that light of day
might reveal a world open to it,
return to it a joy long lost,
that it might once more know love.
This is my response to Q44 #167 – To BOLD-ly Go,
the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word bold in a Quadrille – a 44-word poem
(excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
an old path
in early morning light
This senryū is my response to Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly
Poetry Challenge No. 301, Synonyms: New & Experience.
I was so focused on the fact that I used “old path” for “experience” and “early morning light” for “new” that I overlooked the fact that I actually used “new” in the third line of this senryū.
So… here’s another senryū
this old path
in early morning light
Shared with Open Link Night #329 at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
I Was Never There
Traveling this lonely highway,
the only break in the darkness,
I count oncoming white lines
as they flash before me,
pass beneath me, each one
as familiar to me as the numbers
on my dash that measure my progress.
My surroundings may be
hidden by the darkness,
but I’m not lost. I’ve traveled
this road so many times
that every curve wraps itself
around me. The rumble strip
knows my name, warns me
when the siren of sleep beckons.
Longing to reach the other end,
I wonder if the road is all there is.
Am I meant to be anywhere
but where I am, passed by mile marker
after mile marker, the road passing
beneath me while I remain
stationary, one more element
in the night, yet never really there?
This is my response to Poetics: Are you listening? – the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem that uses two titles from a provided list of podcasts, keeping all words in order and changing only punctuation, if necessary. My poem includes “Rumble Strip” and “Not Lost.” Also, I’ve used another podcast title, “I Was Never There,” as my title.
One Saving Grace
Old year. New. Years advance with fewer prospects as my typical January funk sets in.
my one saving grace
being with the one I love
What has to be my shortest haibun is my response to Fireworks and a Dripping Tap, the prompt from Kim at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a haibun about our feeling towards this New Year.
oil and water
speak to the truth
of our time together
the drive gone
from the start
we could better
shoot the rapids
of the wildest river
our boat sinking
the entire time
than find the drive
to refute the testimony
of any fly on the wall
no right way
just straight through
no matter the cost
even as we resisted
at every step
no effort to preserve
even rekindle the fire
until it came to a close
This is my response to Wordle #585 at The Sunday Whirl.
boat | preserve | speak | resist | oil | fire | drive | fly | shoot | matter | close | right
Fond memories are the filter
that clouds the unforgiven.
Pleasant days upon and beside
the water wash away the snow.
One day, I will return
to the river and accept the cold.
The recent storm (The Blizzard of ’22) that swallowed Buffalo and Western New York is a reminder of how little I relished digging out after a winter storm when I lived there, yet I will return, someday.
Image source: New York Post
This is my response to Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Challenge #42: Recover.
Sijo (a Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka)
~ three lines of 14-16 syllables each
~ a total of 44-46 syllables
~ a pause near the middle of each line
~ first half of the line contains six to nine syllables
~ the second half should contain no fewer than five
Originally intended as songs, sijo can treat romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes. Whatever the subject, the first line introduces an idea or story, the second supplies a “turn,” and the third provides closure.
Modern Sijo are sometimes printed in six lines.
Read more here: Wikipedia
feeds in waning light
Winter Solstice ~ Wed, 21 Dec 2022, 3:47 pm CT