TILUS POETRY (for DVERSE)

I. Dust settled on him, seed under the ground. II. Leaf peeled off the branch, wings spread and took flight. III. Clouds gather up a storm cleansing rain falls. IV. Birdsongs make the air paradise- like. ~~~~ Tilus Poetry, the featured form in tonight’s edition of DVERSE, is a micro poetry form  originated by the

HAPPY EASTER

Coming from a little blogging hiatus, I am a little at a loss about what to post. It had been a busy two weeks – there were the trip to Montreal and then the Holy week and Easter. Since it is till Easter time, allow me to greet you all a Happy Easter. 🙂 Meanwhile,

THE BLUEBERRY THIEF

The blueberries are ripening mmm..their flavor tickle my tongue Alas! when it was time to harvest the ripe berries were gone! Oh what a disappointment! who could have pilfered them? Was it a nosy neighbor or some exuberant children? The mystery had to be solved I laid in wait in the grass and watched and

POETICS: SPRING

MY FIRST SPRING My life was just beginning I came from a far away land where there was no winter and spring was unknown It was a long winter it held me captive  for too long the cold shut me away from the world that was now my home. Nearby was a bicycle path where

THE ROBINS SANG

Robins in the trees spring is near, they’re glad to sing a nor’easter came. A nor’easter came the branches missed the robins snowman smoked his pipe. Snowman smoked his pipe glared at the bright sun above robins sing of spring. ~~~~ dVERSE Poets’ Pub – Open Link Night 83.  Come and visit the pub. 🙂