Tippity toe, tippity toe bringing forth joy as well as woe moody, coy and capricious seldom are you judicious drowning castle or bleak hut to your awry tune you strut tippity toe, tippity toe bringing forth joy as well as woe!
Tippity toe, tippity toe bringing forth joy as well as woe why do you show your wrath thus can’t you pour without a fuss sunburned grass and withered trees sultry weather and no breeze tippity toe, tippity toe bringing forth joy as well as woe!
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, says: Post a poem following the Octelle poetry form.
I am in his city after a long, long time my impudent feet, despite my stern command, traverse the same old path they had taken some twenty years ago
It is a surprise that the place still stands despite the modernization whirlwind I make for the same corner table the gladioli in the crystal vase bring back memories that need exorcism
I order a bottle of Zinfandel to quieten the ghosts as I wait, I glare at the textured walls that snag my tortured thoughts which have gone into a tailspin listening to Cale in the background
There’s no buzz of conversation as it is a slow Monday discreetly under the table, I kick off my heels and I can swear they sighed inaudibly being caressed by the cool marble floor
“Still the barefoot goddess!” the voice from the past that could liquify my heart! exasperated with my imagination I shakily reach for my glass he slides into the chair opposite me and just sits there_
biting my lips I try to contain the decades old maelstrom inside it threatens to spill from my eyes looking intently and earnestly into my welled up eyes, he says, “Please let me begin from the beginning…
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Merril, says: So today, in my father’s honor, I invite you to write a poem of any style about a restaurant.
You were such a romantic we were known as the duo dynamic my love made you ecstatic but lately you have been erratic your ardour has become static but today ain’t you being dramatic declaring that I am not your type! How utterly pathetic!
Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, says: I want you to play with some form of the word type in your piece: typing, typed, typewriter, typography, typist.Archetypal.
Dear brothers, I guess, like always, I will have to make the first move I forgave mom on her deathbed for always coddling and favouring you two I guess ’tis time to move on and forgive you two too!
Mind you, what you did was unforgivable and despicable but over the years life has dealt unfair hand after unfair hand you miserable dogs, I relent, I’ll no more grandstand!
Of late, my mind has been traversing the untrodden alleys of past strangely, those happy, carefree childhood memories are undimmed and undiminished by time’s vagaries
Dear brothers, I am sending you rakhi** after all these years may you be bestowed with compassion, sensitivity and longevity I couldn’t let go of this occasion to bless you with my magnanimity!
The benevolence and magic of October extended its warmth and vibrancy twice over to the humid and humdrum August
showering it with boundless blessings most precious and priceless drenching it with sheer abundance
August, swinging between sweating and downpours, is the month of plenitude for me; rains or no rains.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host Sanaa, says: For today’s Poetics, I want you all to write a poem about August. Feel it in your bones. Come tell us what the month means to you.
(August is special for me as both my kids were born on the same day four years apart.)
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