Here’s a pause in my travels this month, with a response to a dVerse prompt.
Ride the Waves
Erie Basin Marina, Buffalo, New York
Waves flow in the air that surrounds me.
Waves flow in the emotions within me.
Waves flow in the love found within me.
Release me from constraints.
All that I fear
falls to the side.
Fall with me.
Fall for the love
found in the waves.
Found within me.
Found within you.
Found, never to be lost
as we ride our waves of love.
With Meet the bar with Chant poetry at dVerse Poets Pub, Björn asks us to write a poem in the form of a chant, with the use of extreme repetition.
as in not in
but you are
not so plain
from flint to smoke
at 75 miles per
among remnants of wheat
in fresh-cut fields
where words roll
in stories told
heat in the air
nothing compared to
warmth in the tales
stronger than the hills
deeper than the bottoms
bonds now stronger yet
no easy task
hills, once more
not there, anymore
A weekend trip took us to Kansas, where we celebrated Independence Day at a family gathering.
There’s nothing massive about the Flint Hills and the Smoky Hills of Kansas, but they still provide terrain with a striking view.
(Kansas City straddles the Missouri River and the Kansas-Missouri border.)
More travel for two weeks to visit family (starting Saturday) will means less time checking into WordPress.
Image: Library of Congress “a pumpjack, sometimes referred to as a ‘grasshopper’ oil pump because of its appearance”
since we met
the blues of sky
and water reflecting heights
those heights were ours
ten years of moments
no two the same
riding the waves
that have carried us
to this day
This poem is my response to Misky’s Twiglet #233 – like fingerprints.
From Blue to You
I’ve always been your favorite color,
but I’m hers, as well, so your eyes
were a clincher for her. Remember
your first time together, a Chicago blues club?
Yeah, I see a lot of that. Hear it too.
But I saw none of that between the two of you.
No blues there. I didn’t even mind when you went
back to the Windy City for a jazz festival.
She was overcome when you introduced her
to my beauty in that magnificent lake,
when she saw my true depth. And the way
you two looked at those blue skies? Especially
the night sky and your talk of a blue nebula,
your love for each other that seems ever-expanding.
Thank you for that.
This poem is my response to Poetics: True Colors? – the prompt
from Mish at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem the perspective of a color.
NGC 7023 – The Iris Nebula
© Tony Hallas via Astronomy Picture of the Day
Millennium Park, Chicago, Illinois (Jay Pritzker Pavilion)
photo taken 02 September 2012
Just as Bright
Who could know the blanket of stars
wrapt round us on our first night together,
so tight they shone in your eyes and mine
as we strolled through Millennium Park,
would bind us, still, these many years later?
Shine they do, just as bright.
This is my response to Quadrille #113: Blanket Us,
the prompt from Merril at dVerse Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word blanket in a 44-word poem,
with no required meter or rhyme.
Image: Jay Pritzker Pavilion, Millennium Park, Chicago, Illinois
photo taken 02 September 2012
It was Chicago, a weekend in June, 2011, and friends gathered, met face-to-face for the first time. A blues club. A boat tour on the river and lake. The Poetry Foundation. Slam poetry at The Green Mill. Music, words and laughter, mixed, mingled, with friendships made stronger, lasting. A spark was born, and September saw our return, just you and I, with a festival of jazz providing the score. As that week ended, we knew we were meant to be together. Traveling back and forth… northeast, mid-west, Finger Lakes, St. Louis, Niagara Falls, precious moments with interludes of separation. But then, a year later, we were together. For good.
my mind running wild
too many miles between us
needing your presence
a state of calm by your side
my final destination
Using calm and wild, this haibun is my response to a challenge from Colleen Chesebro: Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: CALM & WILD.
How I Knew I Was a Poet
In the cool breeze
of a warm day,
on a northern shore
far from any ocean,
poets talked in silence,
with each page turned,
and eyes met.
That was where it began.
Words, spoken and carried
on a stellar breeze,
joining two hearts,
their radiance a nebula,
and I knew I was a poet.
Looking back six years, and we are now together five years in Missouri, to the day. A day of celebration. (She makes up for the Missouri part of it.)
Hours spent filling a need
with face time
caught in a net
Embracing at the station
prelude to jazz in the park
and a rendezvous on the lake
Chicago, our special place
Nine hundred miles
driven to you, then back
a December weekend
far too short
A winter retreat
with bed and breakfast
served with a flair amongst
Finger Lakes and wine
Mile after mile
counting the miles
erasing the miles
the final nine hundred miles
Finding a home
making a home
no longer alone
our home together
Each but a moment
in the time of our lives
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s Last Poetry Challenge of 2015: Sayings
~ a theme poem using a familiar saying. The phrase I chose is “the time of our lives”
Image: Jay Pritzker Music Pavilion at Millennium Park, Chicago
Listened to blues this morning,
as we do every Saturday.
Thought about Chicago.
How we met in a blues club.
How we read poetry together.
How we we went back to Chicago
for poetry and jazz.
Looked at you across the table,
listening to blues this morning,
and knew, without a doubt,
It’s been anything but the blues.