Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Wonder the Outcome of the Road not Taken

Image:   Japanese Fare Seemingly 
bare but Filling (here)

No, I have enough to come by
There were occasions I would cry
Immediate wants might be limited
Confined to those I had needed

More time I would need to spend
Suffice to survive on a limited stipend
It would come a long way if able
I would desire to be more comfortable

Choices are rightly open for the asking
Not freely at hand but enough for sharing
Scarcity determining the spread of wants
On the side of  choices but some fun

What then the outcome are the regrets
The road not taken might offer some help
Given the choice perhaps get another shot
Could have been something really hot

Would not be something overly luxurious
Having more resources but not hilarious
But just able to give back to society
Not to the point of pockets being empty

Christopher's at d'Verse: Poetics - Choices
Rosemary's at PSU's Friday Writings #42

Friday, August 26, 2022

passion he could not genuinely control

                                                              Artist Jean-Baptiste Santerre  
Image: Attractive Young Lady (here)

"by freezing passion at its blossoming"  -   Neil Carpathios

by a classic quick thinking reaction
freezing all other intruding restrains
passion he could not genuinely control
at random but sometimes surreptitiously wanting
its lethal strength neatly wrapped from view

blossoming into light kisses at his bidding
blossoming rightly to weave in and around

its likeness to an overlapping season 
at best with no recourse but to proceed
passion overwhelmed not to be cautious
freezing any thoughts of holding back
by giving in to the love of his life

Laura at d'Verse MTB - vertical-lines-of-kisses

Monday, August 22, 2022

disoriented, disabled, discomposed

                                                                                            Author: Nenad Stojkovic
Image: mind wandering (here)

it's just been sunrise 
everyone's up to welcome a new day
but a solitary soul 

mind wondering
head groggy
and mind wandering
sliver slithering downwards
at the corner of the mouth
head still spinning
disoriented, disabled discomposed distracted distraught
memory dented
the morning after
(44 words)

Linda's at d'Verse Quadrille #158
- to include the word 'morning' 

Friday, August 19, 2022

Her day had been less menacing

                                                                              Author: Photo by Alicia Savage
Image: Hanging her Woes
Away (here)

Behind the dress hidden all alone
At the very edge of the forest
Feeling discarded and forgotten
But glad not under undue duress

Contemplating what it had been
Now having seen but all in her mind
There were elements hidden lurking
In the trees perhaps not inclined

Her day had been less menacing
Obscure but peaceful and gracious
The sun-setting rays but intruding
To steal through the branches

An uneventful day to be just aware
Perhaps for the better but still obscure
But not for many others elsewhere
Grappling with conflicts and war

Carrie at Sunday Muse #244

Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Pollution a Curse on Earth's Surface

                                                             Author:w:WP:WikiProject Climate change
Image: The Global Warming 
and Climate Change Barnstar  (here)

basic restrains on earth's surface:
earth (was cold and dry) 
water (was cold and wet)

with bloodshot eyes red with anger
at plastics and debris in dead tummies
of one-time innocence of ocean life

also of noxious fumes unseen and unfelt
but billowing waving in the breeze
still awareness is given a pushover
considering climate change is happening
progressing in the background
and not an option anymore

mankind is forgetting the danger
the trapping of the sun's warmth
of the green-house effect 
always in conversation
still a threat
but never seemed to be happening

it is slowly creeping in though
a curse on earth's surface

Sara at d'Verse Tuesday's Poetics
-  the 4 elements

Sunday, August 7, 2022

right among the many files

                                                                                            Author: anon
Image: Seaching Among the
Records (here)

why was he there 
right among the many files
he was there 
in his own domain 
which appeared cluttered 
and disorganised

immersed in his own world
in one corner 
hidden from human eyes
realities of life around him 
spinning all in a whirl
in a way 
he was mysteriously clothed 
in a shroud

looking up the ceiling 
often for inspiration
often times left high and dry 
and empty
but when ideas did drop 
in abundance
he would realise 
a way to his sanctuary

for he would have found it
the very file that he desired
to then sit and ponder

it was there where it was shoved
on the second shelf
years ago!

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #222