Category: Nature

Trading Places

Trading Places

A lemon sherbet sky
Brought its chill to the evening
The sun, released from its obligations of the day,
Slipped quickly from sight

As twilight consumed
Trees shivered in Autumn winds
Sending their loose leaves scattering
Laying a carpet of burnt sienna on the cold ground

Darkness came and the earth became silent
A time to reflect on the beauty daylight brings 
And allow the night to put it to rest
The glow of a nightlight moon comforts as peace comes


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Prompts
Light - RDP
Open Link Weekend - Earthweal

Hibernation

Hibernation

The smoky grey sky remained
long after the storm blew away
remnants of an Indian Summer
Clouds hung heavy and oppressive
in the late afternoon
Lingering joy of sunshine and warmth
already faded into memories 
A page turns and a new chapter begins
I am not ready, I am never ready
to let go of my season of birth
It invigorates me, it feeds me
I draw strength from its strength
I grow and thrive like grapes on the vine
and wheat in the fields
Now it’s time to be plucked and harvested
My season is celebrated for its bounty
With thanks duly given
but then my world becomes dormant
leaving me to cover my head and hibernate


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Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse

Tuscan Sunset

Tuscan Sunset

Saffron threads embroidered the afternoon sky
Long golden shadows stretched across
fields of heavily laden vines 
Lemongrass fluttered in the warm breeze
And a butter ball sun slowly sank deep
into the cinnamon-sprinkled horizon


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Merril is hosting D'Verse Poetics tonight and has given us a list of
Spices and Herbs.  We were to choose three as inspiration for our poem
and we could use one of the given phrases as our title.
I chose Saffron, Lemongrass and Cinnamon plus Tuscan Sunset for my title.

Image - Pixabay

Good Morning – A Quadrille

Good Morning

Sleep slinked away like a thief in the night
In the wee hours of the morning
countless sheep filled a head
waiting for dawn to break
With it came brightness and clarity
A palette of blazing orange
with whisps of grey brushing the sky



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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse.  She has
promoted us with "Morning"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title

Image by marion beraudias from Pixabay 

The Unintentional Death of an Orchid

The Unintentional Death of an Orchid

Why do they think that I must drink
I am waterlogged to the brink
My magenta blooms do frown
As my roots will surely drown
Orchids love humidity
And never morbidity
Why do they think that I must drink
I am waterlogged to the brink


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Grace is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us to write an Octelle
The Octelle, created by Emily Romano, is a poem consisting of eight lines using personification and symbolism in a telling manner. The syllable count structure for this verse is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two lines are identical. This is my first time using this form.

The Dog Days of Summer

The Dog Days of Summer

The Summer began in early Spring this year
Bringing merciless heat scorching body and earth
Cranking air conditioners and spinning fans
Beaches and pools crowded with souls
Searching for cooling comfort
The solstice came and went
and the arrival of rainy season gifted relief
As it slipped into its seasonal pattern
Now deep into August the sky is full
Moving clusters of cumulus clouds
Drape themselves across the blue-grey expanse
Emptying in intervals
With thirty second rain showers
Now you see them, now you don’t
Pouring on one side of the street,
Not the other
The sun peeking in between
Painting her rainbows
And as darkness falls mosquitoes come to life
Sending their targets scurrying
for the cover of citronella
Heat lightning glows red in the night sky
And thunder’s drum roll announces its presence


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August in Florida is God's way of reminding us who's in charge. -- Blaize Clement

Mish is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse. This poem is in response to Sanaa's
prompt of The Month of August from Thursday night's D'Verse. I was running too late to post it!

Blood On Our Hands

Blood On Our Hands

The smooth sands of a silent desert
now a windstorm of grit burrowing
into every orifice
Blinding and scratching eyes
Tasting and choking on the bitterness
of unannounced fury


The still waters of windless waves
become a raging, angry ocean
Swallowing the body whole
and regurgitating denialism
with each turbulent flow
of rampant wrath 


A forest, green and succulent
succumbing to heated, fiery ire
Crackling coniferous and deciduous woodland
Consuming beauty in a violent blaze
The tears of this earth become
blood on our hands



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Prompts

D’Verse - Open Link Night Hosted by Lillian
Earthweal - Open Link Weekend

Magic Moment

Magic Moment

The late afternoon air
carried a scent of rainfall
Dried and thirsty grass
finally refreshed
Sunshine cast its spell
in dramatic fashion
reflecting moisture
Impacting the landscape
with a rainbow painted
against the grey clouds
and that magic moment was complete


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Word Prompts

Rainbow - RDP
Impact - FOWC
Scent - Stream of Consciousness
Open link - Earthweal

Disagreeable Dissonance

Disagreeable Dissonance

A peaceful, sunny afternoon rudely disturbed
by a cacophony of cackling caws
A mockingbird duo swooped and darted
mercilessly at and around the solitary crow
as he walked, peacefully on the grass
He took flight avoiding their swift air maneuvers
They dive-bombed and climbed back up
and then drove him back to the ground
No chicks present in a nest to protect
I was as confused as he
He pecked at the grass nonchalantly 
in hope they would move on
They noisily persisted 
but the crow did not fight back
Eventually their fun turned to a lone cat
and the the patient, clever crow departed


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Bjorn is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us
with ’Dissonance’

'If you like you can use dissonance only in a part of your poem. I think it would make it even more effective. Think about dissonance a bit like the sound of chalk on a blackboard on the first day of summer'

Stolen Moments – A Quadrille

Stolen Moments

Today I stole precious moments
Sitting for half hour
Choosing to defy summer heat
Longing for sun’s warmth
And the scent of summer flowers
I browse the book on my lap
that tells me to take time
and smell the roses

… so I did


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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets
and has prompted us to use the word ’Browse’

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title

Image Pixabay
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