AWAKENING (WPC: It’s Easy to be Green)

The hour of darkness has passed.

Here I stand, bruised and shaken

but whole. I have remained true

to who I am, even when

the temptation to give up

was most strong. I have not done

great things. I have not changed this

world. My glory is passing down

 the life I have  been given.

WPC:   It IS Easy Being Green

dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night 192

SPRING MORNING

Sundrenched mornings open the day
 sprinkling  diamonds on  sleepy grass
as mist lifts and then   dissipates
puffing the clouds dotting azure skies.

Sparrows twitter up on the trees,
glossy feathers waving in the wind
their bellies filled with early worms
once working on the warming ground.

Silken threads swing from budding twigs
luminous in the spreading light
bearing caterpillars searching 
for   some tender leafy delight.

Shadows recede and colors blur
as busy  folks rush through the day
but the ancient trees stand their ground
to weave  lace with their bursting buds. 


For DVerse's Meeting the Bar, Bjorn wants folks to write a poem inspired by impressionism.  I do not know if I cleared the bar, but it was sure fun thinking of spring. :-) 


HALL OF MIRRORS

 I am a hundred faces staring at me
 Unlike Narcissus, I am not thrilled by what I see
 Somehow, the faces are familiar and strange
 all are  distorted, even  grotesquely so -
 and their eyes, their eyes are accusing,
 sad, amused, angry -
 all at once
 Could that be me on the mirror?
 who am I
 who am I
 Where do I stand
 before the Eyes that know
 how the images combine?
 Who is the vision
 who is real -
 the ones I see
 or the one
 I perceive myself to be?
 Where is the truth
 out of this confusion?

For DVERSE’s Poetics Prompt, Lilian wants us to write about amusement parks, rides, state fairs, and such. For this prompt, I bring myself back to the Bangor State Fair in 2012. Contrary to the tone I used in the poem, I had fun in the Mirror Maze. It was one of the rare attractions that I enjoyed at the fair. I really do not enjoy the rides. They make me sick and make me deathly afraid. My poor children can never ever expect me to accompany them in their rides. The one time I was prevailed upon to take them to a kiddie plane ride, I screamed louder than my four year old. I really cannot fathom how people pay to scare themselves silly. 🙂 That’s just me – no offense intended for those who love roller coasters and such.

SPRING (A Quadrille)


 Spring is
        overrated.
       It is melting 
            snow
                 and 
                     dirt
          muddying up the ground;
             puny greens
                 pushing out
                     with their leafy might.
 Could I help
 hasten the process -
               make flowers bloom
                    faster
                       than they should?
 Waiting is
    a burden 
           yielding 
           its 
        fruit
 in due season.

DVERSE POETS QUADRILLE # 28 – The word is “Spring”

A KISS IN THE SNOW

Deer
It is a kiss
like no other –
heartfelt
tender –
that began
when your eyes lit up
when you saw mine
across the room
and you came to me
as though you’re drowning
in need of air.
Your lips met mine
like a butterfly
landing on a flower.
No words capture
the spell
binding us even more
nor the wish
that such moments
stretch to forever

~~~~

WPC:  WISH

DVERSE POETS’ PUB Open Link Night

DAISY ON THE ROAD (WPC: The Road Taken)

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Old Farm Town Road, Sebec, ME
There -  
when  I could barely make a step
when  all of me screamed of tiredness
meandering
unsure of my path
wary of each little sound
coming from the woods -
the rustle of leaves
the startled cry of birds -
I saw a daisy
wild and alone
blooming right on the road
rocky and forlorn
Could it have survived
a well-trodden path?
Maybe - 
maybe not
For sure
its beauty was a welcome respite.

~~~~~

WPC:  THE ROAD TAKEN
 

BRIDAL BOUQUET

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You covered my hands with beauty
you lifted the hopes of my soul
while we walked down the altar
to pledge myself to my love's call

How nervous our steps were  but
you covered my hands with beauty
concealed the trembling of my bones
that a radiant smile eyes would see

You witnessed new life being built
by two hearts vowing to be one
You covered my hands with beauty 
and thus enhanced their offering

You are now but gossamer skin
in the folds of my gown. To me 
No flower could be more precious-
You covered my hands with beauty.

DVERSE POETS’ Poetics Prompt: One Memento

P.S.  The above flowers are not the flowers referred to here.  They were tulips that we picked out from a grocery store the night before our wedding.  I would have loved to have roses but by then the roses have completely sold out because of Valentine’s Day.