Saturday, February 25, 2023

designs to seek for an answer

                                                                                          Author: anon
Image: An Expectation (here)

she has designs to seek for an answer
not readily garbed but aligned to the weather
not in fancy fur coats or leather jackets
but an anticipation of the unexpected

only a determination with bare means
to look for the one who left in a hurry
expanse of ocean waters to accord salvation
drawing her to search for satisfaction

braving the odds in just polyester and nylon
needling a conscience of the innocence
of one with a mistaken belief in her mind
still to be pursued that love is blind  

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #248.html - photo prompt

Wednesday, February 22, 2023

So much to catch up on

                                                                                 Author:  Vyacheslav Argenberg
Image:  Catching up on Lost Times (here)

I was in a hurry. I would be late for the appointment. Briskly 
walking along the block not hurrying, not wanting to be sweaty 
upon arrival, I should be there in 15 minutes so I reasoned

I took a turn around the block and, lo and behold, there she was
facing me. We were pleasantly surprised, taken aback in fact.

Then simultaneously we both lurched forward involuntarily and
hugged each other tightly and kissed just as it had been decades ago. 
She was just as sweet and beautiful as before.

So much to catch up on -  how thankful I felt
The appointment could wait!

Kim's at d'Verse   Poetics-prelude-to-a-kiss/

Tuesday, February 21, 2023

a whiff on the flute

                                                                                    Author: Lukasz Kobus,
Image: A musician playing transverse flute (here)

a whiff on the flute floats
in classic waves across
the emptiness
a slight rustle of the leaves 
follows suit in unison 

it sets an idyllic setting
with the immersion of melody
of impetuously unique sounds
and the music continues on
ever so slowly 
(44 words)

Linda at d'Verse - Quadrille Monday#170-music-is-my-refuge/

Saturday, February 18, 2023

You reflected a moment

                                                                                 Author:  Chris Radburn
Image: Foggy Entrance  (here)       

“Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, 
because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn’t.”  -  Neil Gaiman

You look up to the heavens above
Seeking consolation for your being
Foggy is the sky that tugs at your imagination

But this is not what you had desired
Your person cries out in desperation
Please hear me!

Sadly nature is against your will
It will not release rain to soothe 
the parched earth of your soul
You've been hurt many times
Are you to take it again?

You reflected a moment
You are now acting more rational
You had wished to draw the line across
and this could be it!
There is certainly more in life 
yet to see.

'Give yourself a chance' 
your conscience whispers
'a second chance'
Yes, give yourself a chance
'Swallow your pride' it whispers again
Life is always going to be stranger than fiction,
It works itself in strange ways
It now helps you to decide
You are going back to him
to make up!

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse#247.
Magaly's at Poets and Storytellers -friday-writings#64

Thursday, February 16, 2023

Mother bird and her responsibility

                                                                                                 Author:  Stefan Xp
Image: Great Expectations (here)

the 11 of 12 given Wordle words:
heat, fantasy found movies desire dark night hand chain,
duvet (a soft quilt filled with down, feathers 
used instead of an upper sheet and blankets)

Great day with the heat and cloud cover
Fantasy found  in movies very inviting
They who desire from the dark night before
Hunger registered and patiently waiting  

Mother bird at hand taking a responsibility
Flies in every now and then very much aware
Measures of love in earnest and sincerity
Chain of events enacting a mother's care

Sleepy heads in the nest show different reactions
Young people under the duvet are often reluctant
To spring out of bed with Mother's presence
A ticking off often preceded against show of objections

When dislodged from their comfort zones
Mother's sigh of relief breathed with satisfaction
There is that lone voice of moderation
Mothers to the rescue a patron of a great invention

Lillian at d'Verse OLN LIVE
MMT's The Whirligig Wordle 410

Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Best we meet so I decided.

                                                                                                    Author: Decha Aulia
Image: Together Again! (here)

“This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you.” - Charlotte Mew, 
from her poem, “I so liked Spring”

“This year’s a different thing, – I’ll not think of you
That was what's coming, so I thought. But I just 
could not. There were harsh words before but it 
seemed these were normal. You had sounded 
so tense and I rushed  over when I got your tweet. 

I'm really so glad nothing's the matter. Been meaning 
to call but I thought we agreed to meet in a few day's 
time. That was the reason why I did not call. I did not 
want to bother you. I would call just to confirm but 
thoughts of you swirled wildly in my head.

Best we meet so I decided. I could not allow you to bear 
it all alone. I just could not wait to call you this time. I know
it may be a few more days but I'll kiss anyway for Happy 
(144 words)
Note: written a few days ago

Merril at d'Verse  -  Prosery- last-year-lost-love

Saturday, February 11, 2023

The world whirled slowly by

                                                                                     Author: Ivan Pili
Image:  I Dream of Reaching (here)

the10 of 12 Wordle words:
changed, love, names, happy, give
picture, lines, story, curtainalley 

The world whirled slowly by
Changed into medley of activities
Some dream of love and names to come by
And many others happy with mediocrity

Many planned to give and procure
Executed the picture with perfection
But some just failed to endure
Waited unashamedly in lines for alms

Narrated of stories to what transpired
Drew the curtain across with no bother
Not inclined to reveal of whims desired
Young couples aligned their own rudder

In a world of their own venture
Up steps in an alley pitching a wish
Time stood still pristine in nature
Have we elders not savoured such bliss?

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #246

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

I had great admiration for your wife's taste

                                                                                               Author:Etnografiska museet, 
Image:  A Colourful Sweater   (here)
(note - image is for presentation purposes only
not to suggest it is ugly)

that is the ugliest sweater that I have ever seen!
and you have to choose that for yourself!
I did not!
there was a whole range on display
I saw it yesterday while at the Mall
yes, she said so herself
you mean a present from your wife?
surely there's something more forgiving
the colour stands out! 
yes but. it is too bright, is it not too loud?
I don't know!
I had great admiration for your wife's taste
but that was before, not any more!
you noticed that?
I envy your dressing before, immaculate good
pattern designs, but not after you had eyes for your new secretary
yes, I think so too!
your loving wife sure knows how best to get back at you
I told you, deny..deny...!
but I have always been honest to her
keeping a good relationship is better than being honest
you don't have to be honest on certain things
so what do I do now?
perhaps we can put it to test
if you must say so, let's ask Anne my daughter 
what do you hope to get from her?
Anne will always give a fair comment
to her father!

Ingrid at d'Verse  Poetics-hidden-gifts/

Saturday, February 4, 2023

I Bumped into The Night's Darkness

                                                                                                         Author: Pinterest by: @iloveblack3
Image: Shattered dreams  (here)

I bumped into the thickness
of the night's darkness
and broke into pieces
what stupidity and recklessness.

gazing too long at the blank
of nights searching for your smile
and realising it wouldn't be there
for quite a long while

though seldom do we meet
each is a memory to keep
remaining fresh like a plucked rose
kept in water in sweet repose

bon voyage to the fright
that will take her to distant shores
in her absence I'll hug the light
hoping not to break up any more.

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse#245