Pensive leaf

Serenity comes later. Yet grown up enough, visible to

surrounded mature trees, a leaf fearlessly opens up

 plates for sun's reading pleasure.

Anticipating the  pigment change it’s inhaling joy

while vibrant light  runs through  veins.

The leaf furls, trembling of all belated doubts whispering 

by mockingbird wind, blocked by life texture…

Three Words Wednesday

In tune

I’m not categorizing.

No tags. No levers.

No hand rising

to pull to next level…

I woke up at night

to describe, to create

(no restrict)

extinguished star retreat.

Sky attuned the rain,

sunshine and rainbow,

bush butterfly,

grasshopper,

stung by bee

in front of my eye, -

with me…

My heart gets extended:

myriads of hearts

twinkle…

Love is not always

feelings,

Love is power

that has many

faces and sides…

Open Link Monday

Fragment

Train

keeps

old truck

algorithm

cries

out

south

gusting wind

sprung

thoughts

enough

filtered

left

yet

bitter

pieces taste

 Image1 credit: ahawallpaper.com

Image2 credit: Brenda W. Sunday Whirl

Weekend Mini challenge: Fibonacci

Sunday Whirl

I follow the wind

Escaped…

Find me in the park

scarf fluttering

with wind

bookmarked…

above the early

pensive leaves,

coyote shares,

mystic deers…

Wheel spinning master       

let you in…

just for the sake

to stay within…

Image credit: Judith Clay 'I follow the wind'

 d'Verse Poetics - Judith Clay

Assumed grace

I will talk to you.

No words. Only images.

Light background of night,

twinkle star.

Oh, of course, Super Moon

having privilege

on your firmament –

look and get sore.

Sighing softly, in blue

dipped in wonder –

silent grace envelops

cherished dreams,

and no soul in the world

ever ponder –

shooting star catalyzed

evening breeze.

Image credit: wallpaperswide.com

Artistic Interpretations "Stillness, Silence, Solitude" with Margaret

A pain

As if a mermaid, who just got her new couple of legs,

she lived every step in pain, gently touching the base,

and once reached the nerve of issue,

stepped aside to find a new one…

Places and things kept the scars of her touch

feeling/being never the same again.

Her voice cut through in a rare moment

at climax discovering truth…

It’s a pain brought her to place, where she heard 

forgotten song…

No doubt. She spoke from the heart. It felt like in 

dream coming home…

Love washed over suddenly. Stretched horizon 

and smile on her face. The sky have been changed. 

Affirmations flashed at twilight.World opened 

new doors…

Former ‘mermaid’ though bore in mind original 

reason for her transformation…

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d'Verse Open Link Night

In the blink of an eye...

…as slowly moving curtain my eyelids fell…

Green circles floated before eyes. It felt as something distinct, new.

Air filled with lilac scent and distant music. Sullen thoughts gracefully settled down…

Swaying thin voice encouragingly repeated: “You can do it. You can do it…”

Hands found plastic rounded surface…

Blink! Blink! - as if a puppeteer pulled the string.

The honked car behind me sounded very irrationally…

Image credit: kootation.com

for Verse First PU, Three Word Wednesday

The last

In anguishing moment of craving,-

they say,- envision the line…

conveyor moving away

with most desirable dish

to dine…

in dream I’m catching the last

night bus for your ride

between times…

to return to the path…

is this a pattern

from other lives?

Sweet pie…

eyes follow blatantly

wily pace, accepting
for better 
divine disgrace.

Image credit: cakechooser.com


for OpenLinkMonday with real toads, d'Verse OLN

Tribute.

At some degree

it’s absurd,

if I persuaded

in existence of

nestled group,

shared the vision,

dreams and space,

floor the ideas

for years to stay

the challenge to heart

and spring to brain.

Written for Wordle122

Doubts

Diving in white

with red

unleashed

no haircut

nor colour

shivering

mirrored

power

blurry -

to make it

real

late -

to turn

unravel…

Image credit: Magpie Tales 

Inspired by Magpie Tales

Shared with Woven Dreams

The Chain

She’s                    1

                  

been                    1      

carrying her cross,                 2

not realizing it was               3

not her….            5

counting reasons, obstacles, ’why life as prison’,

pointing on surrounding                8

figures as if they had thread and needles to sew

                her to them to support the path –

how this fatal chain to pass?                  13

                         ~

She’s been carrying her cross,

not realizing it was

not her….           

counting reasons,

obstacles,

’why life as prison’,

pointing on surrounding     

figures

as if they had

thread and needles

to sew her to them

to support the path…

how this fatal chain to pass?        

Image credit: picstopin.com

for d'Verse 'Form For All' , I'm using Fibonacci Series for my poem: 1-1-2-3-5-8-13

Prophecy

You sent this song to me –

no words,

just ellipses…

Two rests between the chords

to breath

spontaneously

I hum upbeat motive

in heart

with caution

How thoughtful your advice

to use

percussion

Laptop’s keyboard – in smoke

from open

‘Offices’

Add music, words to rhythm -

affirm

self prophecy…

Image credit: layoutsparks.com

for Poetry Jam 'The Sound of Silence'

Rearranged...

What if…

a day rearranged its parts:

first would come afternoon –

sleepy, with long lasting dinner,

followed by resting cool eve

full of anticipation of next day,

and only then would appear

fresh,

as if after the shower

a morning

with your ironical face

and coffee for breakfast...

for d'Verse OpenLinkNight

Split, we travel...(palindromes)

‘when it comes to the moon,

darkness often means light’

Tarot

Night out

we’re liquids

in various stages

travel to exchange

the electrolytes

of souls

split

through  ages

to highlight

the darkness

of moon

 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 moon of

darkness, the

highlight to

ages through

split

souls of

electrolytes-

exchange to travel

stages

various in liquids

Are we out,

night?

 now-

the best chance

to heal

 old wounds

face the fears

repair the path…

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

…path of  repair

fears – on the face

wounds – old

heal – for chance

the best - now

Image credit: marvel.com

Sunday Mini-challenge: Palindromes ( mirrored poetry)

Prosody: trust and feel

Aligned with nature-

becoming a child-

so trusting, secretive,

even – a wild,

eager to read

every leaf’s heart,

notice and follow

slope of the bud

cryptic deer will

meet you at path,

grass-hopper pop,

holding sword-grass…

nature confides:

straightened trees

paint  scenes

of heavenly reefs

nature confides:

heading a lira-

speed shifting world

could I voice clear…

Image credit: findicons.com

Submitted for d'Verse 'Prosody - Line and Meter'

Better place (Meditation)

We take elevator

to better place

to envision a dream…

heart slides down

to first floor

thin

incision

on memory…

threshold

after those

3 steps

breathtaking

cold

upbeat code

to enter the show

open the door…

soft sofa

screen on the wall…

……

the art of

reaching the heaven,

touching beyond…

faraway voice

count to 10…

should we return…

Image credit: wallpaperpimper.com

Sleeping dog

The dog- asleep,

imagined himself

as field

of white daisies,

swaying with wind…

His chest rises

in bitter waves-

the  doubts

of life…

So when wake up

he’ll need time

to collect himself

to stand up,

and his first ‘woof’

comes maybe from

all dreamed bees

so enjoyed his

honey petals…

Image credit: wallpapersmood.com

 Submitted for d'Verse Open Link Night

Gravity

I haven’t planned

your shoes

on the landscape.

I ate the

bread and salt

prepared

for only one

singular drive.

Suddenly shadow

raised

its head

breathed in my neck

face…

fell!

in sand…

gravity…

Image credit: kootation.com

Submitted for Sunday Whirl

Serendipity

Half-deflated balloon

smooth piano jazz

eyes're  ponder...

stared in blue

drifting star...

wonder…

Crispy apple

cut in bites

taste the clairs…

walking steps

up and down

the path

tuned up

layers

It’s not scream,

nor the lion roar –

lips are whispered…

names are screened

moon as home

power – wisdom

Law of nature

deep ethereal link

secret lesson

the resource

we’re possessed

as a blessing.

Image credit: deto.dyndus.org

Inspired by Woven Dreams
Submitted for Poet United

Stars

…there, upon the sky

pointed shapes

traced patterns

twilights

in the row

obstacles

grown

sliced

painted

life

circumstances

modes

against

the pillow

case

naturmorts

washed

dreams

east to west

flickering faces

nested in

for quest

to find the one

unique

Image credit: kernaling.net