Adorning Autumn – form poetry

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Leaves of

amber, leaves of

red swaying in the

wind as though

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Petals of Luv

Sweetest

is the roses fair.

Suffrage for Peace, haiku

You’re Tiny Chickadee

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Oh, Chickadee Oh, chickadee

Hat’s to Selfie

Self Nurture

Blessed is this quiet meal.

Blessed is the peace I feel.

Blessed is my pillow at night.

Blessed is my reading light.

Linger

Drops of light fell
      on my eyes of snow
Drops of light, fresh and wet
Drops from shivering clouds
      clouds, of rain and thunder
They poured the same

Invigorating Spring – form poetry

Spring

is plentiful in

This Good Friday

Holes

Of all the pebbles on the beach
with virtues to extol
the ones which I love most of all
are those that have a hole

I try to find one every time
as it’s something that I do
And as I’ve lived here many years
I now have quite a few

The Beholder’s eye

Caught in the rocks on the beach from a storm
an old length of rope from a ship
Entangled and twisted by the hand of the sea
the land has it firm in its grip

A Loving Caress – form writing

The more you pull off

Chess Pieces – creative form

The

chess pieces

play, and they…

Puddle of words

 

Puddle-like upon the page
my words would not conform
But when I mixed them up a bit
they started to take form

I jumped in there and made a splash
the words went everywhere
then puddle-like they came right back
and gave me form to share

Strange To See

A strange life this is, to see
A question not, of to be or not to be
In trying to be
We see not, what we are
In a pride to be
We see not, how we are
In a fear to be
We see not, where we are
In an agony to be
We see not, why we are

Night write

 

And in this small hour
the noir of night
inspired by flame
from candlelight
my pen finds words
succinct, contrite
and into verse
to craft and write

No Escape

Am I a light, a child of Sun
Am I darkness, that owls guard

Streaks of Fire

 

Times, I shoot
Into the castle of leaves
Laid by fine strands of her love
Do I scatter her flowers concealed behind
Splattered buds, killed by my poisoned arrows

Troubled Eyes

conflicts, desires, fears
born from overt form