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.
February 26, 2014 at 4:21 pm (Open Link Night, Poetry)
Tags: dVerse, foxes, grey, micro poetry, owls, Poets, white, wings, winter
Arctic fox didn’t like his drab coat.
Summer grey wasn’t as lush.
He waved his tail and danced.
Calling the sun-dogs to the skies.
Pulling the Arctic cold down. Down.
The winter stayed too long. Too long.
Snowy owl came flying home.
Spring her time to come north.
Wings carried warm air sweet.
Spring flies home.
On the weekend Bjorn had an awesome prompt for doing a fable, which I missed, but I did a micro poetry fable about it on Twitter. I am sharing it here for OLN. It could become a future Poetics prompt, so take note 🙂
I took the photos last year of snowy owls coming north again in early spring through southern Saskatchewan.
There are some changes happening at the dVerse Pub that will make it better for our pub tenders and poets. Stop by and see what Brian had to say about it all.