January 24, 2015 at 4:04 am (Meeting At The Bar)
Tags: American Sentence, dVerse poets, owls, poetry, snowy owl
Breaking the American Sentence into a Canadian form. eh!
Broken from haiku, the American Sentence was born into poetry. Lovely.
A true bird of snow, no feeble fleeing snow bird, she waits. Silent. Still. Deadly.
Invisible against a snow sky, often missed against the endless blue. Sacred?
Seeing them is a gift we seek. A gift we treasure. Something dear. Snowy!
How many miss the magic? What other treasures pass by unseen? Mystified.
Look around, see what you can see. Owl. Deer. Fox. Joy. Blessings to seek and find. Go!
Snowy Owl – she flies!
The challenge at dVerse is to break and enter – take a form and make it your own. I broke the American Sentence a wee bit by adding a Canadian ending word. A question. A comment. A statement. Sarcasm. Hope. Something.
Great to be back at the Pub. Stop by the link below, see the magic other poets have woven.
January 8, 2014 at 3:19 pm (Poetry)
Tags: American Sentence, cold, compass, dreams, Jack Sparrow, poetry, spring, winter
Puffed up against the cold, feathered friends await the spring sun.
Packed up the Christmas tree, I can’t help but wonder where next we’ll be.
Minus 20 seems warm after weeks of 30 below: winter woes.
Frozen ears, tail and feet, wincing at his pain. He purrs. He is alive.
Fight the cold. Fight the faltering of faith. Live to seek the sun. The Son.
Warmer weather coming. A promise on a radar map. Skeptic waits.
Much to be done. Little desire to do. The battle rages inside.
Jack’s compass I need to see, my heart’s longing to lead me – but where?
A little late to the pub for the post holiday season #OLN (Open Link Night) for dVerse. Stop by and read some poetry. Share your own. Leave love. Always leave love.