Real Toads – Buildings

Kim is hosting the weekend challenge on Real Toads – http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/ Kim says: “What I like about it (Philip Larkin’s poem The Building) is the way in which the poem conveys the physical appearance and atmosphere of a hospital without once using the term ‘hospital’, through the use of certain words and connotations.
Today’s challenge is to write about a building. It could be a specific building with a name that we would all know without directly naming it. It could be a church, a school or a building in which you have lived. It could be a department store, a government building or a concert hall. It is up to the reader to work out what the building is. Your She wants us to write about buildings without naming the building specifically or using the term of building.”

The Flowerbox
it’s a yellow flowerbox –
floralled with fresh and fast fading blooms.
it’s a yellow flowerbox
buzzed by bees butterflies ladybugs –
it’s a yellow flowerbox
watered and fed well –
it’s a yellow flowerbox
plucked and weeded –
it’s a yellow flowerbox
neglected and forgotten –
filled with fast fading blooms

Real Toads – “Watch the Corners”

For Marian’s Prompt over at Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/07/watch-corners.html

public domain image – Woodstock 1969

By the time I got to Woodstock…”

“turn on, tune in, drop out” Timothy Leary, 1967

I was 18 and rebellious and totally into
Peaceloverocknrollsexanddrugsandrocknroll –
I drove a faded green VW that had those hideous
Flower decals all over it –
Yes ma’am, you read that right.
I had been to the Haight a couple of years earlier
And come back
Changed, De-ranged. Re-arranged –
1969 and I drove the VW to NJ to pick up
My cousin Billy – we looked like bro and sis –
Long wavy dark hair, headbands, bellbottomed jeans
My top had embroidery and tiny mirrors
He wore a black tee shirt –
We hit Woodstock and to be honest –
I don’t remember very much.
The announcement came over the intercom
Don’t take the brown acid man – it’s a BAD TRIP
Billy and I looked at each other –
So like, now they tell us.
When I finally returned home
and fell out of the car onto the front lawn
my mother went and got the water hose
and began to hose me down
and then she gathered my clothes
from the back seat and burned them.
My poor father cried.
My cat laughed.
Peace.

Public Domain Image – Haight Ashbury 1967

dVerse: The View From Our Windows

At dVerse today, Lillian is the pubtender extraordinaire. She challenges us to write a poem about a view outside our window or from the outside looking in. We must also include a picture of the view. We are still celebrating our 6th Anniversary this. Come join us for special fun, special prompts, special times: http://dversepoets.com/2017/07/18/looking-out-looking-in/

copyright kanzensakura

Beneath the Crape Myrtle
bright pink blooms against
summer sky – cat naps beneath –
restful in the shade –
SamCat the Ripper loved hanging out
beneath this crape myrtle tree –
he’d roll in the grass
and twist his body around –
his paws reaching for the sky.
pink blooms fade and fall –
cool wind scatters the petals –
the place is silent now

copyright kanzensakura

Quadrille Monday – Dance

The Poets Pub opens again at 3:00 PM EST after a break. Grace is the prompter for Quadrille Monday. A Quadrille is a short poem consisting of exactly 44 words, not including the title. The prompt word for our Quadrilles today is “flicker”. Come join us and read these wonderful poems. Today is also the SIXTH ANNIVERSARY of dVerse.  The drinks are on me! https://dversepoets.com/2017/07/17/happy-6th-anniversary-quadrille-36/

Dance
I heard the cicadas for the first time
tonight –sawing scraping –
moonlight dapples the trees with silver –
fireflies in the darkness –
a flickering dance
On off on off
stars in the black sky
flicker in return
on off on off
eternal dance

public domain photo

 

Snow

For Real Toads https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/07/fireblossom-friday-bang-youre-dead.html Fireblossom Friday: Bang! You’re dead. Writing from beyond the grave….mwahahaaaaaaaa

Snow
drifting off
falling asleep
dreaming
opening the window
and gliding out into the snow
no footprints
no steamy breath
no weight no pain no sadness
walking into a dream
of slow falling snow
using the snowflakes
like stepping stones
walking up to the sky
walking on the tops of trees
of roofs of streetlights
covered with snow
slow falling snow
slow
falling…

Silent Thunder Moon

For Real toads Tuesday platform: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-tuesday-platform_11.html  NOTE: in North America, the full moons are given various names by the Native American tribes, according to their geography within the US. The “thunder” moon is from the Lakota Sioux.

Silent Thunder Moon
silver night –
the full thunder moon paints
my yard in argent tones.
silent night –
the full thunder moon sits
and watches the world below.
silver night
silent night –
hot steamy air
sweat runs down my skin under my tee shirt.
i take off my glasses
and the world resolves
into night camo shades.
silent – painted with silver
and drenched with dew
I sit.
the thunder moon is
silent – insects sleep deeply –
lone mockingbird sings

Memories

This is written for Magaly’s prompt at Real Toads.  The first picture and phrase “fragile things” brought to mind my mother who recently died from complications relating to Alzheimer’s.  We are to use one of the pictures with a phrase for the picture and to write a poem with three stanzas.  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.se/2017/07/fragile-natural-wild-with-magaly.html

Memories
Where do memories go?
When a wife looks at her husband of fifty years
And sees only a stranger…
Memories are such fragile things.

Do memories go on walkabout?
Do they leave and go to places unknown
And then return – a different memory.
Memories are such fragile things.

Why do some memories stay and others leave?
A pet from childhood is remembered but
A daughter from today is forgotten.
Memories are such fragile things.

by Robert Draves@draves.robert

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