dVerse Poets – Gifting Rhyme

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Bjorn is our host for the final dVerse Poets Meet the Bar before the season break. Bjorn (sorry I cannot figure out how to insert special characters) asks us for a gifting rhyme.

Because you’re loved
and no other reason
enjoy this gift
to help you season

For a package of spices and teas I would have given my mother who would have LOVED this rhyming tradition. Merry Christmas to all, and I’m off to make a big pot of “seasonal” chili. 😉

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

dVerse Poetics – New World — The Great Mother Smiles – a Prosery Tale

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Mish is hosting poetics over at dverse poets and enlists us to create a new world

“As another year approaches, it is sometimes difficult to maintain hope for what lies ahead, though hope defined is really something of our own making. We can always have hope. We can always have dreams. This world we live in has progressed in countless ways but has also taken regressive steps, in my opinion regarding humanity. Often my poetry tends to dip into the dark. For me, the words flow from what I see as an obvious truth, a direction that our society has taken, without hesitation or contemplation. Today I am asking you to do the same. Dream with me. For this prompt, create and describe a “new world” as you envision it. You can write from a general perspective or focus on one particular scene in your new world. Try, if you can to avoid a specific political view. This ol’ world has been a bit lost for awhile now. The sky’s the limit. Maybe your world doesn’t have a sky. Maybe we live in the sky. Keep it simple or take us to Utopia.”

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dVerse Poets Quadrill – Dancing in the Glow

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Lillian is hosting dVerse Poets Pub final Quadrille of 2019 and asks us to glow with the season. “Write a quadrille (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, not including the title) AND include the word “glow” or a form of the word within the body of the poem. A synonym for glow does not fulfill the prompt. It must be the word, or a form of the word.”

Dancing in the Glow

Waning moonlight shines
on the forest below
painted now and covered
with icicles and snow
wild dancing ’round
the firelight’s glow
the winter pixies
perform their show
but old Mother Winter
doesn’t watch alone
I gaze in silent wonder
frost nipping at my nose

Word count 44

And Winter Came – Enya

Til next time ~ May the joy of the holidays glow in your heart ~JPP

(Sorry couldn’t resist) 😉

Echo – dVerse Poetics

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Merril is our host for Poetics at dVerse poets pub this week. So, for today’s Poetics challenge, I’d like you to write something about echoes. You can write actual echo poetry—where you repeat the end word or syllable or echo sounds.

OR—you can write a poem about some sort of actual echoes.
OR –you write about the myth of Echo.
OR—you can combine any or all of these.

Voices echo dimly
in the hollow of my heart
empty no longer

The Voice – The Moody Blues

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Less by Moonlight – dVerse Poetics

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Laura Bloomsbury is our host at dVerse Poetics this week. In this season of more, more, more, Laura asks us to pen a poem of less.

The suffix less’ has both negative and positive connotations and even neutral ones. The challenge is to choose ONE or MORE from THE LIST of words BELOW and include it/them in the body and/or title of your poem. If possible, add a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!

ageless ~ boundless ~ breathless ~ careless ~ cloudless ~ colourless ~ faceless ~ fearless ~ feckless ~ flawless ~ formless ~ harmless ~ heedless ~ helpless ~ homeless ~ listless ~ needless ~ restless ~ rootless ~ senseless ~ tasteless ~ weightless ~ windowless ~ wordless ~

Weightless by Moonlight

Gazing out at the cloudless night
colourless half moon shining bright
My eyes beheld the flawless sight
an owl in ageless graceful flight

Hovering weightless in the air
faceless prey now moves with care
for this fearless hunter dares
to hunt the boundless forest bare

harmless tonight he floats on by
formless hoots and eerie cries
restless now he scans the sky
the beat of wings his breathless sign

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Spirit of Light – a dVerse Quadrille

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De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting at dVerse Poets pub for Quadrille 93. “Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word spirit.”

Spirit of Light

A star in the dark shall be woken
light from the shadows shall spring
spirit so strong can’t be broken
bells too long silent won’t ring
remember to listen and hear
when one star stands alone in the darkness
then every nightmare shall fear

word count 44

 

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Thankful Heart – a Grateful Haibun

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Frank J. Tassone is hosting over at dverse poets pub for Haibun Monday and Frank bids us consider gratitude.

“This week, let us consider gratitude: Its essence, those reasons we have for feeling it, and what our lives—and our world—may look like if we live it.”

With so many blessings, so much gratitude, where do we start?

I watch the snow falling outside the window, covering the landscape in fluffy down. A winter wonderland just beyond the glass, there for my entertainment while I sit warm and snug in my home. A young buck turns his head to look through my window and I am grateful for the beauty of the moment.

The news is filled with horror and grief. Wasted lives and sorrow so profound I wonder how this world continues to carry the burden of so much pain. Forests burned to cinders, villages reduced to rubble by the vagaries of war. The homeless woman freezes to death on a temple doorstep. I am shocked, appalled, and grateful that my family is warm and fed.

So many blessings of a joyful life. The times when illness washes over me like a wave, crashing at my heart, engulfing my soul. Then too, I am grateful. Like the sword, I am grateful for the anvil of life, and the hammer of disease that has forged me into the woman I am right now. And when my life is over I know I’ll look back and relish every laugh, every tear and I’ll be grateful for every moment.

Let it be said that
she left the game well played with
gratitude of heart

word count 214

Til next time ~JPP

“If the only prayer you ever said was ‘thank you’ that would be enough” ~ Meister Eckhart