Spring II

I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning
With the sun shining through my eyelids
Before I even knew I was awake
And my ear angled just right
To hear the feather-winged chatter
That I so missed during the months
of wading in drifted snow
     (with my head down,
         looking for something lost,
         though I’d long forgotten what I was searching for)
 
Today I will meet everyone at their eyes
 
Though I know
Spring is a fickle lover
For this moment
I am choosing bliss

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Cautionary Advice

This woman always
Poured her cup
Full with fragrance:
Lavender, jasmine
And somedays
Roasting rooibos.
In passing one day
She whispered to me:
        Be careful where 
         You steep your soul.
          That boy there
           Is acrid brine.
            You don't want to
             Make yourself
              A pickle.

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Monday’s prompt on dVerse was to wrote a quadrille (a poem 44 words in length) containing the word steep or any of its forms.

Link to dVerse prompt: https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/28/quadrille-72/

Featherweight

We spend our winters building hardened resistance 
Through the routine of shoulder hunching and thickening blood 
As gradually the filtered light that shifts
Across wood panels and kitchen tiles
Lingers into longer hours.
 
Without cognizance, we let fall
Our experiences, as a dog
Sheds its winter coat
Throughout
Each houseroom.
 
Leaving our
Convictions as paper scraps to be
Vacuumed up with toast crumbs –
and our tear drops
for mopping.
 
Never knowing the
Featherweight
Of our skin
Until it is.
 
And we stand
Pondering
The swiftness of
Transformation.

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This poem was written for the dVerse prompt given by Lillian on Tuesday to write a poem containing a form of the word shed. https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/22/shed-some-light-on-this-today/

The Edges of Your Jeans’ Pocket

You stole the shirt
from off my back
when we were seven
(when we were seven)
as we played in the field.
 
You caught a butterfly
and pushed a pin
through its head,
slowly, wings beating.
 
Then tacked it to a mat
to peer at under your
Kmart scientist’s special scope
I had said no.
(I had said no).
 
Dinner called us home at dusk.
I shrugged on my grass-stained shirt
and you crumpled the butterfly
into your jeans’ pocket.
 
Your fingers leaving mud
that dried like blood
and crusted like pus
on the edge’s of your jeans’ pocket.

After the Storm

After the storm 
And hounding waves,
The coastline changed.
I haven’t the memory
Of where rocks used to be
Or sand banks curved.
 
This boat has drifted
Further from shore.
In the mist, I peer
Over the edge to find
Sunken dark shadows and
A quivering reflection of myself.
 
The seagull’s long soliloquy
Echoes across a glass bay.
In my mind of fogged mirrors,
I squeak-rub clear patches
With my shirtsleeve
Only to catch my own eye.
 
Buoys scatter across the harbor.
I tie off my boat and follow,
Downward with my eyes,
The mucked chain 
Toward its foundation,
Dissolving into darkness.

The dVerse prompt for today, provided by Anmol, is to write a confessional.

I Found You in a Closet Curled

I found you in a closet curled
and mopping up the dust

Now I've hung you to my bedroom wall
and framed you up in glass

To reminisce my summer youth
Peaks, valleys, gushing streams

And promise of adventure's future
Under snow and leafy green

Although somedays I cannot see
Beyond the sunset of tomorrow

For now I doze beneath your frame
And mountain dreams I borrow


This was written for a prompt by dVerse Poet’s Pub (link below) that I stumbled across today. The prompt was as follows: “So – here’s what I’m asking you to do today. Walk around your house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis for today’s poem.” This was fun! I look forward to more prompts 🙂

https://dversepoets.com/