7/25. I hope you don’t mind the reshare as I was originally late for the “window” dVerse prompt. I’ve edited it down a couple of paragraphs, but it’s a paragraph and a line still too long. I won’t be offended if you choose not to read for that reason alone. Thanks. SD
7/20. I am three hours too late (my theme this week) to participate in the dVerse collection, but the haibun is written. So here it is.
A Window to World, A Haibun
Heat passing Continue reading
My lace wool knots with a mere glance
leaving me to unravel bonds
as life does by my inattention.
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.
© 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.
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.