Pub Pals

        Photo by a random man

Two beautiful women from Wales,

both writers and tellers of tales,

welcomed me to their land

with a hug and a hand,

lots of laughter and love and cocktails!

This is about the "publife and community" for dVerse.  I am much too late to link up there, but you should still go there and check out some great writing.  I had the good fortune to meet up with two writing, cyber-freinds when I travelled to the UK last year.  The amazing Shan Ellis and Julie Watkins are pictured here with me and the non-writing, but still delightful Lori McLaughlin.  And yes, a good time was had by all!

Building

I’m a traveler

but I do not travel light.

I bring many bags

filled with heavy bricks I use

to build a circumscribed wall.

You unpack your bags

and set the bricks between us.

Eyes meet, and I place

 my hand on yours.  Together,

from the wall, we build a path.

This is for the  dVerse open link night. Click on the link and check out some of the many offerings there.  This poetry form is called a somonka.  It is comprised of two tankas ( 5/7/5/7/7 syllables per line)   written as love letters–each tanka from one of two lovers.  It’s the poetic prompt from yesterday for the November PAD (poen a day) at Writer's Digest Poetic Asides.  And I'm linking it to day so, yes, once again I’m fashionably late.  

And Then November

I don’t see you come

but I feel your cold breath

on my back.

Your gaze stoops my shoulders

and I wither

inside,

curling in

around the dark

like the petals of a flower.

A dozen shades

of brown and grey

fill my eyes.

A killing frost is coming;

I must prepare the ground.

This is for G-man and his FF55.  I missed you all the last couple weeks! 

And this is also for d'Verse where Claudia wants us to write about color, and for  Writers' Digest PAD (writing prompts for November's poem a day challenge).  Today's challenge was "appear" and I tried to do it without using the word itself.

He Said - She Said

Every poison conversation

turns on your tongue, twists in my back;

becomes a cross-examination.

Every poison conversation

degenerates to accusation;

too much pressure makes us crack.

Every poison conversation

turns on my tongue, twists in your back.

Image by Steamcrow.com

This is a Triolet for dVerse where they are in good form at the pub.  Check it out for informationby Sam Peralta on the Triolet form.

Hope

I have

a bright green sprout

peeking out of the dirt

so tender and vulnerable

fragile shoots reach up, trusting.

I ask you to tend it for me,

give it the attention

it needs, this hope

I have

Written for dVerse Poets Pub.

Love Song

Giorgio de Chirico, Love Song

A blank look spread over his face

When the doctor said,
‘Now turn your head and cough.’


There are times that I take myself too seriously. But this is not one of them. This is written for the poetry challenge given by Mark Kerstetter for d'Verse Poets Pub . We are to write a poem based on one of the paintings of Giorgio de Chirico, who was a of the leading proponents of the Surrealist movement. He has done a wonderful job presenting the history and philosophy of the movement, and my poem is absolutely unworthy of this. I hope it will be accepted as it is offered, in the spirit of fun.  So, just as well, I didn't make their deadline to link it; but, if you would like to see some serious poems on about Chirico's paintings click on the link above.

Quench

Softly raindrops fall
soaking me through to the skin,
each one a blessing.

This is my first time linking to d'verse Poets' Pub, Poetics by Sheila Moore for their prompt 'water.'  Click on the title to go to the Pub.