So let us put pen to paper tonight and write a Blessing Poem. May our words create ripples of light and hope in the pond of the world.
Here is how you can take part:
- Write a Blessing Poem on your blog and link your blog back here to dVerse.
- Submit your poem to the Mister Linky below. It will be open until MTB on Thursday.
- Read what other poets have linked and comment on their poems. We get to know each other better that way.
- Have fun.
I Would Tell You
I would tell you to always breathe deeply
Especially when stress wants to dominate
To remember that a moment’s anger
Can expand into unrecognizable proportions
That make apologies and forgiveness impossible.
The Merced River ©Sascha Darlington
For Haibun Monday at dVerse. To join in, visit here.
© Sascha Darlington
Do you know what it feels like to have
something curdle inside of you?
For dVerse; Poetics and the sign said. If you want to see what’s going on, click on the preceding link.
Looking for Signs
across the navy sky
We watched, waited,
sipped red wine
shared laughing dreams.
“if one comes in five seconds
my life will get better.”
Instantly light speared
We gasped, hope hanging
We never together
viewed Perseids again.
Her life didn’t improve
but like a meteorite
flashed and fragmented.
Back from vacation and once again here participating in dVerse. Poets check it out!
For Haibun Monday, dVerse takes a look at broken things as art. Click the link to join in.
To the dVerse poets, I am going on holiday, but I promise to catch up on your poems. 🙂
To all of you wonderful people: I am off to the beach for a vacation, which feels very welcome right about now. Since it is purely relaxation and reading (of course) and writing (again, of course), there is a good chance that you might hear from me during my holiday. I hope to at least read some of your blogs while testing my sunblock.
In the meantime, stay safe and well and read and/or write something delicious! I leave you with a ditty about a dragon at the beach.
The inspiration for my very first ottava rima (and my last?) is occurring right now and I probably should be powering down rather than typing on, and I can hear people I know say: she just doesn’t show good sense.
While I consider myself a writer, I don’t totally consider myself a poet. I love words and I love the possibility of the musicality of words when rhythm and wordplay exist. However, when words like iambs and feet and meter come up, I, for some reason, hear white noise. I’m still hoping to grow out of it.
Visit the underground at dVerse to join in.
to subterranean cave
of chilled darkness
into the lava tube
I present alone
echoes consumed by
Based on a visit to Lava Beds National Monument located in northeastern California.
My first quadrille thanks to the good folks at dVerse. If you want to join in, click on the link and read the instructions.
A chord cascades
the sound of song