Category: Nature

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

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Winter’s End – Poem of the Month – March 2022

Winter’s End

Bare trees of March stand spindly
against the backdrop of a darkened sky
Lazy daffodils laden with hopes of Spring
trip over themselves waiting for daylight
to show them the way
A pale moon reflects its light on still water
sending a calmness into the crisp night air
Lone hooting owl breaks the night’s silence
A reminder that Nature never sleeps



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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

Word Promps

March - RDP
Water - FOWC
Trip - Stream of Consciousness 

Summer’s Eve – A Quadrille

Summer’s Eve

As day sits on the cusp of dusk
a slight movement catches the eye
The silent, single silhouette
of a cottontail enthralls

Nibbling grass in the garden
Eyes of the hunted
moving restlessly while
appearing calm

A soothing sight
on a quiet summer’s eve


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Mish is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets. Her prompt is "Nibble"
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.

Flying South – The Wayra

A flock of red-crested pochard standing together

Flying South

Whooshing of wings flap
In the early morning air
Constant quacking breaks silence
Too numerous to count
Snowbirds have returned with a splash


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Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with form
I am not familiar with. 

The Wayra (Quechua - wind) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia. It appears it originated in an indigenous Quechua language but has found its way into Spanish literature. It is a short syllabic verse form.
The elements of the Wayra are:

1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3.unrhymed.

Plus we are to incorporate onomatopoeia! 

Sun – Compound Word Verse

Sun

Breaking the night in orange glow
Rising in the sky but still slow 
is sunlight

Streaking though the limbs of oak trees
Catching dust particles with ease
are sunbeams

Dancing on water’s gentle waves
Sparkling diamonds memory saves
as sun-kissed 

Tanning bodies on sandy shores
Skin soaking in lotion one pours
for sunburn 

As the day wears on it sinks low
Towards the west it now must go
to sunset


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Grace is hosting D'Verse Poets and she has prompted us with
Compound Word Verse.  

The Compound Word Verse is a poetry form invented by Margaret R. Smith that consists of five 3-line stanzas, for a total of 15 lines. The last line of each stanza ends in a compound word and these compound words share a common stem word which is taken from the title. (In the first example below the stem word is “moon” from the title “Moonlighting”; the compound words related to the title are moondust, moonbeams, moonsongs, etc.)

The Compound Word Verse (3 lines) has a set rhyme scheme and meter as follows:

Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b
Syllable/Meter: 8, 8, 3 

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