the rooster and the hen–dVerse Meeting the Bar

the rooster and the hen

the rooster was a cocky sort;
he loved to strut and preen
and flaunt his feathers so to court
a lowly, ugly hen.

his brilliant colors—orange and gold—
were truly to be noted,
but mrs. hen thought him too bold,
his ego, way too bloated.

but when she saw him walking fast
across the busy road,
she knew his vanity’d not last,
thanks to the semi’s load.

she felt regret when it went down
amidst a spray of feathers,
but still she caught one with her beak
and stuck it in his “nethers.”

I’m hosting today at dVerse Meeting the Bar and thought it may be time for a bit of humor, since autumn seems to have brought out the melancholic and spooky. Please drop by for a poem or ten, bring one of your own and enjoy some laughter. I have no idea where this one came from…unless it was the tin sculpture on our fireplace mantel.

Image: the-chicken-chick.com

One–dVerse Poetics

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I am
majestic oak’s cool shade,
the sweltering heat in summer’s glade.

I am
the homeless man you passed,
the rich one who gave of his last.

I am
the flowering cherry tree,
the dandelion’s seed set free.

I am
the widow, fearful and alone,
the youth, whose life has just begun.

I am
the rainfall and the earth,
the sun and wind and blazing hearth.

I am
the saint and seeker, lost,
all those confused, in myst’ry tossed.

I am
the darkest new moon night
and morning’s gentle kiss of light.

You’ll find
at last when life is done,
when shadows lift, we are but one.

 

Linked to dVerse Poetics where we are invited to use repetition in our poetry.

Image: mysticmamma.com

Painting Life–Poetry Potluck

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Linked to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck where this week’s theme is sketches, images, impressions: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

Painting Life

a Rhyming Tercet

Were you to draw this life in black and white,
the lines would then be hard and unforgiving—
no subtle shades to ease the journey’s plight.

With color’s tones and even shades of gray
the world assumes her nuances of beauty—
the lights and shadows of our every day.

So you surrender paint and page and hand
unto the artful muse who lurks inside you,
allowing her to guide you thought and pen.

You smear the color orange and then the yellow
to taste the sweet scent of the Scottish Broom
and forge in black the loamy earth below.

Now play with texture to confuse the senses
and add perspective, draw the viewer in.
Create illusion to obscure pretenses.

You will take risks when you engage in art,
allow your soul to bleed on canvas bare.
Be sure you understand this ere you start.

Photo: Max Wehlte