Winter Is A Big Cat

walking softly
on tip toes
stalking slowly

in February

it pounces
sinks its teeth in
and holds tight
'til spring

For a creative prompt at

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
and Open Link Night
at dVerse...Poets Pub

Ki-Anne and Hay(nu)ku

 Ki-Anne

 daydreams quietly 

of sawing cedar

The aroma rises

from the

cut

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie with B&P Shadorma & Beyond challenges us with a new form of poetry writing today.  This is a hay(nu)ku with a reverse, I think. Sharing it with Open Link Night at  dVerse~Poets Pub.

Japanese Death Poem

Jisei
Hanging by threads
I could have enjoyed more color
As a mother I loved you both
more than life
I let go
stepped back
and wondered
how I could have loved you
better

dverse~Poets Pub presents a prompt to write a Japanese Death Poem or Jisei...the last words before you die.  I have combined that prompt with the collage prompt from MindLoveMisery's Menagerie.

I am also adding a link to Poets United: Poetry Pantry.  Thank you all for encouraging me to write.

Stealing Lines

I've always enjoyed shooting things
Preferably things that didn't die
If I shot something I didn't eat
I would be skinned alive

First I used a sling shot
Then I tried a bow
Wasn't nothing I couldn't hit
Draw back and let it go

Then I discovered guns
Man, was that a rush
Point and shoot
Kicking up some dust

I had this great idea
one of those that never is
Instead of shooting chickens
I could shoot some eggs

Mamma boiled out of the house
like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes
One thing I learned very quickly
Before I began to run

Never
ever ever
try
shooting eggs with guns

I thought I was free and clear
I hadn't killed a thing
But filling me with fear
Mamma shamed me

A egg is a baby chick
even if you ate it
the heart makes the simplest things
so damn complicated

The italicized lines are stolen, with permission, for Tuesday's prompt

at dVerse~Poets Pub

and for The Tuesday Platform 

at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

i am seth

from the first
and the second
i am third

with sheep and clay
i work
the ones i protect
live forever
with my hands                                                                    sheep. (Image by Flickr user Atli Harðarson, CC)

i copy life but
it can only be
a copy
i can not create
nor breathe life
into my images
i mold and shape
but hold not
the power
of
The Creator

i am seth
from the first
and the second
i am third

For dVerse~Poets Pub

We Can Dream

dVerse~Poets Pub

Time Travel prompt

I tried.

I thought I was a cowboy
as Dad had been
i rode fattening calves
and milk cows
a forbidden adventure

Friends with horses
gave me the worst to ride
horses that laid in water
jumped logs
and dragged you off on tree limbs

My dream turned reality
equine satiated
the smell, touch was enough
i never was a cowboy
but the love of horses remains

A Child's Words...Everyday Poetry

I see frog eggs
Love frog eggs
Love frogs
Hear them sing
Let's catch them

They need more water
I'll use the bucket
Where do frogs go at night?
Listen!  I hear one
If we catch them
We eat the legs
But not the eggs
I want more frogs

Last day of school
Snacks were good
No school after tomorrow
I can play

The water got me
It's cold
From the spring?
I can drink it

It splashes
The water tickles
Did you eat the fish?

Gonna work here
You pick up sticks
Got to water the frogs
So they grow
I'm wet
I could eat supper now

For Everyday Poetry at dVerse~Poets Pub

my "sticks" after the storm

Belling The Dark Horse

My Achilles' heel
is a heart of stone
my albatross
counts her eggs

Drastic times call
in your court
for midnight oil
and brass hearts

Drastic measures
become crossroads
while choices kill two
birds riding a dead horse

I must admit this is the most nonsensical thing I've ever written.  It's not deep with a mysterious hidden meaning.  It's probably not what the prompter intended but I had fun!  Which is better, by the way, than having two in the bush.  I have read it aloud enough that it seems there is method to my madness.  I will dance to these words 'til the cows come home.

Thanks, Bjorn.  Join me and them at dVerse Poets Pub

Rock Hollow

Every place has history
if you listen well
rocks and trees whisper
all have stories to tell

From water falls

to swimming holes

flowers, ferns and moss

beauty feeds the soul

I never walk alone

dogs are always there

I can feel the ancestors

in the land and in the air

From deep hidden spaces

to magnificent falls

the place renews my spirit

places both large and small

For Open Link at dVerse~Poets Pub

and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

My Calling...

for dVerse~Poets Pub

Many voices
Called me
Ancestors of mine
And others
Asked me to dig
I heard them

Animals called me to heal
I healed then and now
But never got a paper
Training was easy
dogs horses
and chickens

My calling changed
To wife, mother, employee
Through all that
Animals and ancestors
paper and paint
Called...I answered

Diamond Lil, Short-haired Border Collie

Sweet Tea

A southern pleasure
Mornings and nights
In a place where humidity
Stands and walks
Iced Sweet Tea
Makes it bearable

Martins wing through
Twilight
With bats dining
On mosquitoes
Sweet tea is the melody
To southern night's music

On the days
When you wear the sun
And walking
Is almost like swimming
Sweet tea cools
The body and the soul

Poetry Jam
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Frost's Form

Our mission for today is to write using Robert Frost's form for dVerse~Poets Pub

It matters not what we write

We check if form is right

On paper I laboriously pen

Hoping I finish this night

I write the verse and begin

To see what comes from my blend

It's hopeless I can see

One more verse and it will end

I create the second of three

I almost finish this gleefully 

Mr Frost would not be glad

I've butchered his form so horribly

A fourth verse must be had
To keep the form true not bad
So I've added to my writing pad
To prove I am stark raving mad

The Potter

I watched
as you played
in clay
                  around
                                    around
                                                               your gifted gentle hands

coaxed

 a shape

 into 

being

pushing back

 your clay painted hair

unaware
you
molded
     coaxed
the clay into form
caring not
that you were clay too

I watched
      F
        A
           L
             L
               I
                 N
                   G
           in love
with your hands
        your gift
        your creation

For celebrating creativity at dVerse~Poets Pub with open link

An Ode To Dr Pepper

dVerse~Poets Pub is having a party.  All forms welcome, build 'em up, break 'em down.

Ode To Dr Pepper

It wouldn't be a day
without
your sweetness
in my mouth
you fill me
i rejoice
the tickle
on my tongue
tells me
i am alive
i bow
at your aluminum
or plastic
alter
days of glass
are gone
but you're always
the one
who cools my brow
and makes me
come alive
on a sultry day
no other pop will do
i am insanely
devoted
to
you

Breaking The Ode

Dr Pepper
you are my downfall
keeping me fat
i can't live with out you
no solution to that
you rot my teeth
you break my bank
caffeine addition
i have you to thank

After reading a few, I think I blew the directions.  Oh, well,  If this were opposite day it would've worked.

Tenword

for dVerse~Poets Pub

The prompt is to limit your piece to only ten words, if I read it correctly, with any theme.  I am too verbose to say anything in just ten words but I gave it a shot.  I could not stop with one! Surprised?

1.

Catching snowflakes

on the tongue is

a winter sporting event

2.

Each moment with you

enhances the truth

     you are my life

3.

In my dream

home glass is 

warm

thick

always clean

Giving it a shot. That's what life's all about...trying.  (And that's another ten!)  Happy Weekend.

Painting On Cardboard

I paint

with freedom

no choices

by me

colors 

mix

brushes

move

and 

I 

am 

left 

with 

the 

feeling

I have witnessed

something

outside of myself
and
I
begin
to
paint
again

For a writing/painting prompt at dVerse~Poets Pub.

dVerse Passion

out of the earth

by Brook Shaden

for

dverse~Poets Pub

clawing my way

out

i can't forget

from whence i came

where i will return

and in between

those times

that made me laugh

and love

in celebration of

Mother Earth

Dreaming

I close the curtains
On a foggy August morning
Realizing it was
A dream
That woke me

I had dreamed
An old tractor
Cranked the first try
To help me
Move a mountain

Thor yielded his hammer
The mountain disappeared
I became an Ice Queen holding nothing
Except an old liquor bottle
Winking Morse code for alone

Climbing back into bed
I held my sleeping husband's hand
As if he could save me
From all the dangers
That come with dreams

For dverse~Poets Pub

Dagsvers

There once was a man from unknown parts
Who told us lies and stole our hearts
Truth and integrity he did lack
And gleefully stabbed us in the back
In my opinion he isn't worth a fart.

dVerse Poets Pub

Nonsensical Poem/Music

Snow on the mountain
Ice in my heart
All's frozen
Since we're apart

Met on line
Had a few dates
Asked you to marry
You didn't hesitate

Pretty as a puppy
In those fancy clothes
Should a guessed
But didn't know.

High heels you wore
To milk the cows
Stuck in muck
You didn't know how

Chickens were noisy
Horses too big
Cows had tails
Disliked smelling pigs

If I ever love again
I'll not look in the city
I find one in a Sale Barn
I'll find one just as pretty

One who knows
To run cattle in a chute
Knows how to milk
With some good boots

Snow on the mountain
Ice in my heart
All's frozen
Since we're apart

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