April 2013

April 28, 2013

A Compass For Your Thoughts

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to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
steering clear of obstacles
careening intentionally
into elliptical forevers

stepping lightly past
moonlit nights kissed
by the fragrance of lilacs
spilling over from
sunlit days warm
as a breath of south wind

like peels of laughter
falling as rain driven
musical notes
cascading from
star dust covered bells

to bring back days on
beaches where the smell
of salt permeates the air
from briny ocean waters
to fall glistening
on your hair & skin

the smell of hot asphalt
beneath your feet as you
step lightly, a dance
of your own making
a revelry of heart and soul

to be able to navigate through
timeless memories
using a compass for
your thoughts
to guide you

on your journey of sojourning
& limitless imagination
testing the waters with your
inkwell muse….well,
what could be better
than that

http://dversepoets.com/category/trip-poems/

April 25, 2013April 25, 2013

No Smooth Edges

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vestiges of what can’t be seen
as you try to catch a glimpse
in the filtered sunlight
that catches particles of dust

of the fragments, pieces of
what you were like
not so long ago
like torn pages of a book

a bitter pill to swallow this
thing called change
this thing called
age

is always hard like diamonds
jagged edges before they are
polished smooth they scrape
your knees, making your
hands raw

for life has no smooth edges
and even glass shatters
when broken like
the remnants of a lifetime

will matter to no one but you
and as the sun drops
beneath the horizon
the glass darkens
as you try to catch a glimpse

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

April 22, 2013April 22, 2013

Orchestrated by Spring

Google Image of Tulip Fields in Washington

purple hyacinths ascend first
to lead the way for
golden daffodils and in
their wake give way to a
multi colored spectrum
of aspiring tulips

all blooming beneath the
white blossoms of the
pear tree and the
pink blossoms of the
formidable cherry tree
waving flowered boughs

while the wind scatters
their petals like bits of
party confetti
they are all a part of
nature’s entertaining
musical endowment

paying homage to life
where each flower that
blooms and wanes becomes
the notes amidst a
tumultuous crescendo
orchestrated by Spring

http://dversepoets.com/category/spring-poem/

April 14, 2013May 3, 2013

Frescoes by Moonlight

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frescoes by moonlight and
who do you think you are?
michelangelo painting without
his soft plaster mixed hues
with varied colored pigments

standing amidst your
cans of spray paint beneath
the street lamps on a street
littered with bits of broken
bottles , dumpsters overflowing

pop cans and candy wrappers
as you gaze upon your creation
do you hold onto those who
created before you..van gogh,
gauguin, picasso, renoir, dali

do you think of michael and
his sistine chapel, his david
are they your collective muse…
do you hear their sighs as
you work or is it just another

tenement wall you hope to
disguise as something else…
transforming into that which
is beautiful and know it
will stand the test of time

someone else might call this
naught but graffiti, that you
deface public property but even
poverty and despair can be art
i call it frescoes by moonlight

http://dversepoets.com/category/poetic-voice/

April 13, 2013

He Doth Protest

Google Image Fremont Troll

he doth protest too much, this troll
that lives beneath the bridge
gazing ’round with his one enormous
eye to spy those that might happen by

he doth protest too much, this troll
with his large bulbous nose smelling
about to know if there is anyone there
with a tasty scent of the next fare

he doth protest too much, this troll
with his long shaggy hair covering
where he hides treasures in his lair
wondering when he will find another

he doth protest too much, this troll
with his huge hands and pointed nails
listening as he does to all those tales
that speak of how horrible he can be

he doth protest too much, this troll
in his sadness, not at all in madness
bereft of friends he seeks simple amends
for his heart to be full of gladness

http://dversepoets.com/category/monster/

History of The Fremont Troll Located in Fremont, Washington

The piece was the winner of a competition sponsored by the Fremont Arts Council in 1990, in part with the goal of rehabilitating the area under the bridge, which was becoming a dumping ground and haven for drug dealers. It was built later that same year. The idea of a troll living under a bridge is derived from the Scandinavian fairytale Three Billy Goats Gruff.

April 10, 2013

Yellow Gold

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daffodils are blooming
blankets of yellow gold
waves covering fields
Spring has arrived
in brilliant fashion

Every year here we have a Daffodil Festival and parade. I have some in a vase in the living room so thought to show you what a field of them looks like here in Washington.

April 10, 2013April 10, 2013

Puzzle Pieces

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the sofa i sleep on has
hard edges, ridges
nudging me awake to
listen to your
restlessness

a certain clawing at the
spaces now left open
in your memory as
you try to grasp
reality

i can only imagine as
it might happen whilst
waking from a dream
strands of which
stray

not attached to anything
the rest falling away
like jig saw puzzle pieces
lost but not really
like

the night is still there as
you unlock the door and
peer into darkness how
it must feel at times
even after

going back to bed and
i hear your gentle breathing
before you sleep awhile
longer safe and
dreamless

while i remain vigilant
listening to cricket noise
feeling how you hugged
me saying ‘don’t have
bad dreams’

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

April 8, 2013

Watchful

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the cat slept in the box
by the stove inside
the kitchen watching
with one eye open

the man who sat outside
watching the chicks
with the mama hen
the man who loved to

watch, both eyes open
now stunned to see the
hen lying dead who
had stepped on the chick

he threw the rock to but
scare her away when it
struck her and now…
the chicks scattered

peeping and then the
man without hesitation
gathered the chicks to
take them into where

the cat lay to set them
inside the box behind the
stove where they settled
a cat watching, one eye open

Just returned from visiting my dad in CA to write this per the dVerse prompt, a story dad has told over and over again about his stepdad. The cat raised the chicks as though they were its’ own.

http://dversepoets.com/category/anecdotes/