Unknown Horizon
I once thought it was the separation
of distance that magnifies
this richness I find in family.
Now I understand it is age,
with reflections on the past
replaced by a wistfulness
for future lives I will never know,
as they continue without me.
This is my response for Quadrille #80 – Eat the Rich, the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word rich in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Pisces
With the whisper of waves brushing the skin
of my kayak beneath and beside me,
the dance of a shower on my skin
in the sensuous tease of a long caress,
or immersion at great depth with sunlight
filtered until I am as one with my nature,
both within or without, I am
with water, and I am complete.
The prompt for Poetics: In My Element, from Amaya at dVerse, is to write a poem that explores what a cosmology says about the writer. Of course, mine would involve water?
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Sternzeichen Fische (Johannes Regiomontaus – 1512)
Too Many Variables
We had a theory, but we took it
for fact. What is a formula,
when there are no constants?
Not you.
Nor I.
There is no resolution
in a constant state of flux,
going forward like standing still,
a clean slate the only solution.
The prompt for Poetics: Theories of Everything and Anything,
from Merril at dVerse, is to write a poem about a specific theory,
or to write a poem that uses the word “theory.”
I chose the latter.
You Know I’m Right
Look it up, and see
if you don’t agree. We may
see what we want to see,
but there’s no denying
the truth is there. Where
would we be if facts were
lies, lies were facts,
and the President lived
in the Black House?
This is my response to Quadrille #79: Up with Poems, People,
the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse, which is to use the word up in a quadrille,
a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
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Graceful Exit
A quick glance my way,
the only sudden movement
in this stop action scene,
and the heron’s neck moves
forward, its legs bending
to launch that tall frame
as wide wings spread wider
in seemingly slow motion,
rising and falling in a graceful exit.
This is my response to Quadrille #78: Rise, the prompt from Merril at dVerse, which is to use any form of the word rise in a quadrille, a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
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Star-gestured Wishes
A seed-at-zero, heaven-driven
from star-gestured wishes,
the light in your eyes shone with
the ripple-woven light of nebulae,
man-melting as it grew,
until our fair-formed love
became a never-to-be-broken vow.
I enjoyed writing Gone with the Tide in response to Laura Bloomsbury’s prompt for Poetics: love the words at dVerse, so I decided to give it another try. I leafed through my copy of Dylan Thomas poetry to find a new set of hyphenated words to use, this time balanced against the darker side of the first poem. The words I have used are seed-at-zero, heaven-driven, fair-formed, star-gestured, ripple-woven, man-melting, and never-to-be-broken, and I’m linking this to OpenLinkNight #241 at dVerse.
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NGC 7023 – The Iris Nebula
© Tony Hallas via Astronomy Picture of the Day
Gone with the Tide
Rising and falling, our energy
was spent trying to stay afloat
in a tide-looped romance.
Our words were faint, as if
water-spoken, and held little
meaning as ringed-sea promises.
The bell-voiced waves washing the shore
sound our names, but there is no response
on this tear-culled night.
The sea, in its moon-blown rising,
removes all trace, our footsteps
together no longer.
The prompt for Poetics: love the words from Laura Bloomsbury at dVerse is to use at least four of a list of given hyphenated words from a list of words used by Dylan Thomas. I’ve used tide-looped, water-spoken, ringed-sea, bell-voiced, tear-culled, and moon-blown.
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