Heart made fast

The sea serenades sweetly from dusk to dawn
changing colours following the footsteps
of a radiant sun and luminous moon. I am drawn
to the portal promising a life of adventure
the ebb and the flow, the waves calling
calling to be conquered, to be won
a quest that ignites a fire in my chest
I taste its sweet brackishness in my dreams


and yet…
my heart sings soulfully a homely tune
mooring my wandering, restless thoughts
my arms ache for warm embraces,
my eyes tear up for beloved faces
my steps turn homeward of their own volition
the truth of my existence lightens my being
some questions have no answers
and some answers are not worth seeking.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, has asked us to try our hand at Zen poetry.

Also responding to Sadje’s wdys.

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And the light was there…

(From Shuttlecock)

A closer dark encircles me
I find it harder to shake it off
the achromatic pewter dusk-dawn-sky
deepens to a coal blackness

regrets-strewn night descends icily
I singe my fingers as I reach out to the moon
all I wanted was a sip of cold winter
to damp down despair with numbing coldness

as the night begins to wear down
touched by the gentle golden fingers of the sun
the hedgerows birds suddenly begin to sing
I sit shivering and stuporous, with my sullen loneliness

Light alights on my sagging shoulders
lightening the burden of fears I carry
making light of the quilt of pain around me
and I shed my weariness.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write about light.

Morning (a quadrille)

(From Unsplash)

The dark blanket of night cast away
waning moon waved goodbye
morning delicately stretches and blushes
kissed softly by the scarlet sun

shooing away the last of twinkling, giggling stars
she twirls her cerulean skirt
shot with pastel hues,
scalloped with lacy candyfloss clouds.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Mish, has asked us to write a quadrille which must have the word candy.

A white winter hymn

(From Farmers’ Almanac)

I tell a winter’s tale of a much awaited
long December and a longer January
I dream of the biting, moaning wind
ice cold and stiff feet-hands, blush pink nose.

When lazy, silvery ponderous puffs pervade
and heavy, grey, lumbering smoke collides with them
a hazy shade of winter are days
but I’ve got my love to keep me warm!

Since exquisite, feathery flakes do elude me
I leave no soggy, muddy footprints in the snow
I cannot sing of cold weather blues
‘my love is winter’ is my anthem!

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Lillian, has shared a list of winter songs and asked us to use atleast two in our verse. The songs are listed below.

A Hazy Shade of Winter (Simon and Garfunkel)
A Long December (Counting Crows)
A Winter’s Tale (Queen — and also The Moody Blues)
Cold Weather Blues (Muddy Waters)
Footprints in the Snow (Bill Monroe)
If We Make It Through December (Merle Haggard)
I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (Billie Holiday)
Let It Go (Idina Menzel)
Love Like Winter (AFI)
My Love Is Winter (The Smashing Pumpkins Oceania)
Roses from Snow (Emmylou Harris)
The Hounds of Winter (Sting)
Trapped Under Ice (Metallica)
When It’s Cold, I’d Like to Die (Moby)
Winter Things (Ariana Grande)
White Winter Hymnal (Fleet Foxes)

I have used words from Jane’s random word generator.

Also written for Eugi’s moonwashed musings weekly prompt.

Is the end a new beginning!

At the promise of spring
the schooner is finally set to sail
’tis better not to kvetch

Soul sisters share stories at night
doing mother’s will
Winning battles their way

With me, you better tread with caution
as passion often incites treason
bubbling and frothing to putrid death

I do have a yen for the luxury of anonymity
with appreciation, this heart does beam
keeping me warm and safe.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Laura, has asked us to use the last lines of twelve of our recent poems to write a new poem.

Sailing away

Painting by Edward William Cooke, Venice, A November Evening in the Lagoon (1859)

The gelid golden glow of dusk
hides in its bosom tears of blood
the schooner is finally set to sail
far-off lands beckon with fervour

hiding in its bosom tears of blood
untold stories of separation and love
far-off lands beckon with fervour
restless heart beats to the rhythm of the seas

untold stories of separation and love
burnished memories like a beacon of hope
restless heart beats to the rhythm of the seas
remembering the pain reflected in teary eyes

burnished memories like a beacon of hope
in the gelid golden glow of dusk
remembering the pain reflected in teary eyes
the schooner is finally set to sail.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Merril, has invited us to write an ekphrastic poem to some very interesting paintings.

Feeling fuzzy ( a quadrille)

(From Bright Side)

When dark wintry thoughts plague
I snuggle into your comforting words
to feel sanity restored

The quilt of your reassuring words
is enough to keep me cosy
during harsh cold nights

Your forever loving embrace
is the talisman that always
keeps me warm and safe.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Li, has asked ust write a quadrille including the word “warm“.

Night after night

(From Pinterest)

Last night, like most previous nights,
elusive peace sat at the bottom of the bottle
looking at me with the same pensive eyes
an enticing smile on her amber lips
the ebb and flow of discontent
that was capped within
begged to be emptied
such prayers are not meant to be denied
I relieve her from tumult every night.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today I am the host and we are writing a poem which is connected to drinking. Read about it here.

Why doesn’t it suffice?

No
Two letters
One word
A complete sentence
Period
A “NO” needs no suffix
No prefix
No explanation.
A no is a no is a no
Get it !!!

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, says:

As we’re here, in mid- November, I thought it might be fun to pay tribute to Thomas Hood’s poem. Just in case I get a resounding “no” from you, here are some options:

1. You could take a line from this poem and use it as springboard for a new poem. Golden shovel it, or use it as the first line – or even the title.

2. Just say no. There’s something you want to take a stand against, something you want to stand up and say “NO!” to. Maybe it’s pollution or global warming, or something political, or the way your next door neighbour plays prog rock at full blast at 3am. Whatever it is, get it out of your system and into a poem!

(I’ve gone with the 2nd option.)

My husband is home after sailing for six months. As a result my writing and reading will be a bit more erratic and sporadic than before. Please bear with me.

Battle ready (a quadrille)

From PNGwing

Dreams wrought in the fires of reality
roots entrenched in terra-firma
need no wings to soar

Yet, wind they are; your insults
impetus to embrace self
and stubborn refusal to wallow in
wretchedness. I withdraw from victimhood
by switching positions;
winning battles my way.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, De, has asked us to write a quadrille using the word, wing.