Of Autumn Nights
I dream of emptiness, of cinnamon,
and darkest nights infused with spice.
I wait in stillness for the rain to come.
Long before dawn, such sensuous aroma,
an open door, desiring you should come
taste bliss, taste love and cinnamon.
Such spice. Such sweetly aromatic. Come.
I have a brief break in a couple of busy months–remodeling, house guests and next Wednesday, my husband’s second back surgery–so I thought I would drop in for dVerse Quadrille this week and, next Monday, I will host Haibun for Kanzen Sakura who is dealing with an enforced break from blogging.
Some of you may recognize parts of this poem which I have adapted for a change of season and for the quadrille, in which we write a poem of exactly 44 words, which must include the word spice or a variation thereof. Please join us.
Photo: Public Domain
Eagle Nebula Dust Pillar
Today I am horse,
surging power trampling fear—
carry me onward.
Just a lowly frog
croaking humble songs of praise,
ever mindful love.
beyond death’s darkness.
At last I’m eagle,
soaring to mountainous realms
Now I dream tomorrow.
Linking to my favorite prompt–dVerse Quadrille. Please join us with a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, using the word DREAM in the body of the poem. I chose an old poem from 2011 and revised it to meet the requirements of the form.
We are in the midst of a kitchen remodel so I may be slow to visit but will get around eventually.
Photo: David Slotto
Summer begins to fade.
Trees share foliage with earth
Vegetable garden spills its seeds.
When he appears I hold my breath,
taken aback at beauty new to me.
Ruddy-headed, spotted Northern Flicker.
Summer begins to fade
but shares her gifts with us
Welcome back to the pub, everyone. I hope you all enjoyed your break. Today, for dVerse Quadrille Monday, Grace is asking us to use the word FLICKER in a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title. I write of the appearance of this woodpecker that I’ve never seen before in our region–a Northern Flicker. He surprised us last summer. I grabbed our bird book and David, the camera, and we got several photos of him. His visit lasted only a few minutes but he had his fill.
Photo: Flickr–labeled for non-commercial reuse. The oldest pepper tree in California
Stretch out with me,
beneath my peppertree.
Tickle, caress and coax
memories dormant within
to bring forth the scent of
peppertree-peace and youth-
full, joy-filled moments.
Our world craves love—
the love of a child who sees
beyond dross. Sunlight
dapples us with warmth.
A second poem for dVerse Quadrille where we use the word PEPPER in a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title. I grew up in a home with a peppertree. As a child I used to hide in its wonderful branches.
The Spice of Life
Skin so smooth and firm
cool to touch, seductive.
Colorful, bright, diverse—
something to love in each of us.
Some, I know are hesitant,
afraid of what we’ll do to you.
Others enjoy us with abandon
savor our tempting aroma, our taste.
Photo: Victoria Slotto
Oh joy! It’s time for dVerse Quadrille Monday. Today’s word to include in a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding title, is PEPPER! Please join us!
Photo: Wikipedia Commons
how it rained
the day you stormed into my life
earth flipped on her back
stared at daytime stars through leafy branches
summer walks on ocean’s shore
scents of lavender, roses
gentle kisses and ardent promises
until the night you stole away
(how it rained)
Our Quadrille prompt at dVerse is to write a poem using exactly 44 words, excluding title, using the word STORM.
This week, I have the pleasure of hosting the Quadrille at dVerse Poets. The form calls for a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title, and calls for the inclusion of a specific word. The word I chose for this week is SOUND.
Photo: Victoria Slotto
The Poet Dies
I watch the sun write poetry
choose words with care:
at a distance
the sound of an approaching train
spills melancholy, loss,
toning the final stanza with pain
as he slips, wordlessly,
beyond the Sierra.
I hope you will be able to join in this week with a soundly written poem. The prompt is open all week! The pub opens at 1500 EDT on Monday.