At night the psychotic wind went berserk the evasive brown grass waved crabbily bits of paper twisted and turned curvy like energetic juveniles the urban jumble whispered grumpily till dawn
in the morning bathed in the alluring golden glow the sentinel trees stand quietly watchful monsoon’s remnant lies undisturbed but these dregs do tell a bitter story of displaced and moody seasons waylaid by human greed chagrined seasons restlessly look for home having lost their compass they have turned bitter with malice
no cooing flocks of doves to offset the terrifying truth the deserted path tells a tale that has no listeners.
Written for dVerse poetics. Also inspired by Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word generator. Today’s host at dVerse, Lillian, says: Write a poem on any topic in any poetic form, that includes at least one of the flavors of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the list. You can check the list here.
Your translucent skin astoundingly delicate gingerly I run my fingers along the length of your tiny arms how adorable you look curled up on your side your toothless smile has me in raptures my emotions palpably raw and overwhelming I cradle tenderly your fuzz covered head I listen awestruck to your rapid heartbeat your petal soft cheeks I tentatively caress your sweet breath gently tickles my neck I dawdle over the silkiness of your dainty foot marveling at the soot coloured lace like lashes my eyes shimmer with joy, my heart overflows.
Stories have no feet yet travel on wind or rain, through words and deeds complete or incomplete constantly in motion; like women like trees; growing, branching replicating over time crossing man-made boundaries finding familiar ground of love and greed hate and destruction uniting despite divisions
All stories are the same and yet told differently carrying seeds of the past in the embryo lies the future moving along jagged coastlines meandering with rivers soft as snowflake like labyrinthine mysteries unfolding symmetries unknown to our minds.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Lisa, says: Now that I have hopefully acquainted you with the concept and examples of fractals and connected them to poetry by subject and application, your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is:
1) Use any of the definitions, examples, images, or application of fractals to inspire you to write whatever strikes your fancy.
2) Think about something/someone in your world that you have, up to this point, only given a superficial consideration of and decide to look a little closer at it/them. Use what you discover as fodder for a poem.
Curveballs, roadblocks also setbacks galore doesn’t life like to keep me on my stubbed toes! I stumble, I fumble, am often heartsore but stubbornly refuse to wallow in woes hands do reach out to support and reassure everytime that I fall flat on my bruised nose. a word, a smile, a hug often does the trick I do take in my stride life’s nasty butt kicks however hard hardships may connive and try no amount of scudding drifts can make me cry ‘cos I may not have wings, but am meant to fly!
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, says: For today’s Meeting the Bar/Poetry Form, we will craft a poem using 11 line stanza.
Eleventh Power is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Christina Jussaume who requests the subject be uplifting. The elements of the Eleventh Power are:
stanzaic, written in any number of 11 line stanzas.