LAUGHTER

laughter in the raina lovely refrainto hearwhat a happy strain – giggles to containand bearsulky days disdainthat heart that sustainslaughter______linking with DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Open Link Night

TAUNTON

iTaunton, my Tauntonplayground of a working manwhere lawnmowers sing on weekendsand police cars run a merry-go-roundiimothers and children parade on sidewalks between pockmocked roads and stamp-sized yardson their way to and from the nearby playgroundiiihistoric buildings gather round the downtown greencars navigate the busy sort of roundaboutnight comes and so does calm street lights stand

MEDITATION ON MEDITATION FROM THAIS

Arise! Oh dear soul, the night is over.The stormy seas have lost their power,The lark ascending beholds green pastures.Morning calls, incense rises from the bower.This wandering heart has found her shelter.Arise! Oh dear soul, the night is over.Hear! Dreams of darkness never would conquera soul wholly given to her Maker.The lark ascending beholds green pastureswhere

A CHERITA

Novemberthe ache of soulsspilling from the dark skiesdown into the world,this valley of tears,beads a prayerswellingfrom the stillness of hearttears had fertilized.Remembera world unseencries._________________ This is a poem inspired by DVERSE’s prompt for this Thursday, i.e., a Cherita – “Form: the Cherita is a consecutive poetry form in three stanzas: a single line; a couplet;

BREATHE

Tear the ether be that heart that art that beat that bathe the hearth the heat the earth rather bear ____ This was written for DVERSE’s Anagrammatic Poetry prompt which has the following as rules: ” 1. Select a title of one word containing not more than 3 vowels and 4 consonants. 2. Try to

COMMONPLACE

My heart throbsTo the gentle hum of an ordinary day Like a leaf kissed by summer breeze. Moments breathe in the simple thingsAnd in them have their sustenance – Finding the match of a lonely sockScouring a pan until it is mirror-like – Inconsequential, perhapsBut for these hands lost in the commonplaceA triumph To be

LITTLE DANDIES

Narcissus, hyacinthsnowdrops, tulips -above the dirttheir little heads poke Not to be outdonethe dandelions sproutsure of themselvesthey know their worth.They fill the fieldscarefree, unabashedas bright as sunshinestretch the golden flood – a feast for the beesfood for the hungryrelief for the achypetals to dye forintoxicating liquorbane of the lawnmowera harbinger of wishesa torrent of sneezesa

GOING HOME

The day is done her shift is over she treads the path in the edge of twilight she lets fall her mask unburdens her load finds herself – bare, unadorned, light – like a dandelion seed she soars towards the love of her soul. ****** Linking with DVERSE POETS PUB’s Quadrille #172 – “Shift”

PASSING

The hourglass had run out of sandThe attic had been emptied of memories -Stillness rattles in my bones. Deer frolic in the yard turkey feast on the fruits of the vineall their fear goneThe grass may now grow seeds could now rise to the heavenswhenever and wherever they pleaseNo more are the eyes watching the

AUTUMNAL

A lonesome bird sings the evensonghis frantic wings beating towards home.I count my treasures in the darkwhere suggestible senses hold little sway.Moments tumbled through my fingers,flickering shadows danced by candlelight.Would that I could keep only joyful moments;somehow laughter and tears look alike in the lens of time.Could a rose be parted from her thorns and