Seeking self

Stillness I seek within me
Stirrings deep let me not rest
Stifling them, I die bit by bit
Stilted all my words become

Sifting my headstrong heavy heart
Signs of buried pain I find
Sighing I begin to let go
Sinking into pity no more

Soreness slowly subsides and heals
Soaking into forgiveness helps
Sorry no more I feel for self
Soul searching finally brings peace

At dVerse Poetry Form, Grace has asked us to write in the Traditional Mongolian Meter. Read more about it here.


Life is words

Besotted, you watched intently
as words dripped tellingly from my

When I laced my fingers through yours
heart tattooed its favourite song
you’re mine

That summer of love drenched in rain
we traced dancing shadows lying

The intricate latticework of
passion enfolded us in its

No dream did seem impossible
but then, life didn’t like our planning

Shattered shards I pick everyday
never knew broken dreams could hurt
so much


Pain assauged through each word written
therapeutic exercise I

Each experience enriching
however broken; beautiful,
life is.

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Grace, says:  write a Synchronicity poetry verse.

This poetry form is written in the first person revealing accidental yet seemingly synchronized events.

The definition of synchronicity is the state or fact of being synchronous or simultaneous; synchronism. Coincidence of events that seem to be meaningfully related.

As a poetry form, this consists of eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. This poetry type has no rhyme and is written in the first person with a twist. The twist is to be revealed within the last two stanzas. This form was created by Debra Gundy.

What price? (a sparrowlet)

She watches news, her heart in mouth
The world is again headed south
No room for contrarian views
Her teenagers she’s worried ’bout
World leaders, to engage, refuse
Her heart in mouth, she watches news

Glued to the screen, with bated breath
None can measure her grief’s depth
Nor any hear her poor heart keen
Dried eyed she watches dance of death
‘t was certainly not unforeseen
With bated breath, glued to the screen

Innocent dreams, put on a hold
For ruthless ambition oh so cold
The world is wringing hands it seems
As destruction one sees unfold
Under the gaze of fazed moonbeams
Put on a hold, innocent dreams

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Grace, says: To write the sparrowlet poem using the guidelines as described here.

(My cousin’s kids are studying medicine in Ukraine. Their teachers and college authorities kept assuring them all is fine. By the time our government issued an advisory for them to return and they could make arrangements, the airspace was already closed. Hopefully they will be crossing over to Romania by road tonight or tomorrow. We are keeping our fingers crossed.)


Chocolate eyes gaze steadily
My eyes ask, “Me?”
He thumps his tail
My innards quail

It is colder than a witch’s teat
Chilly poor feet
Wait, my eyes plead
He pays no heed

My eyes rebuking, out we go
I can’t say no
He lays warm head
On raw feet dead

Written for dVerse. Today’s host, Grace, says: write the minute poem.

The elements of the Minute Poem are:

1. narrative poetry.
2. a 12 line poem made up of 3 quatrains. (3 of 4-line stanzas)
3. syllabic, 8-4-4-4   8-4-4-4   8-4-4-4 (First line has 8 syllables of each stanza.  Remaining lines has 4 syllables in each stanza)
4. rhymed, rhyme scheme of aabb ccdd eeff.
5. description of a finished event (preferably something done is 60 seconds).
6. is best suited to light verse, likely humorous, whimsical or semi-serious.