Poets United Midweek Motif: Silence

For Poets United Midweek Motif – Silence

Afterwards
The silence after the argument between us was devastating –
like the silence after an F-5 tornado –
trailers were coming to that last roll,
electrical wires were still buzzing and popping.
We sat on opposite sides of the fireplace –
burning its warmest friendliest best
but we were not to be lured into its trap.
We were imprisoned inside my house by the snow –
I wanted you gone and you wanted to be gone.
All civility between us was shattered.
I made myself a cup of hot chocolate –
with a bit of bourbon and offered you none.
The snow fell silently
and steadily outside.
I sipped from my mug.
At last the cats came out of hiding.

dVerse Poetics: The Smell of Chrysanthemums

Today Kim is prompting for dVerse Poetics: Autumn. I never get enough of autumn. Come join us and read. https://dversepoets.com/2017/10/17/poetics-the-smell-of-chrysanthemums/ This is also posted for Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/10/the-tuesday-platform_17.html

Silence of autumn
I sit on my back porch steps –
Autumn is silent this year –
insects are quiet at night –
The moon is a thin s(l)hiver
in the black sky.
I smell autumn coming –
I see autumn coming –
but this year
autumn is silent.
Golden leaves among the green
drop to the ground – dead
from a dry spring and summer.
Autumn is silent this year.
The first frost is not yet singing –
It waits in the clouds
for a cold dark night.
Autumn is silent.
Too many losses –
Too many tears.
The moon is a thin s(h)liver
in the black sky.
Autumn is silent this year.
My mother loved chrysanthemums.

Quadrille Monday: Quadrille #31

Today is Quadrille Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub. The prompts are always interesting and a poem of exactly 44 words is win-win! Come join us for a variety of short short poems based on the word prompt “still”. the word “still” or stillness or other derivative of the word is one of the required 44 words. http://dversepoets.com/2017/04/24/quadrille-31/

Chiaroscuro
the flower moon is waning –
sleepless I drift through the rooms
in my house like a ghost.
shadows from the curtains
throw dappled patterns on the floor –
a puzzle I cannot read.
the stillness is a dull roar in my ears.
the flower moon is waning.

Heron

Another entry for the Imagist Poetry prompt over at dVerse. http://dversepoets.com/2016/01/28/image-ine-dverse-meeting-the-bar/ Even if you say you don’t care for poetry, I think you will like these linked poems.  No photo for this.  The poem is the image.

Heron
Lazy creek lined on both sides
by thick cedars – water the ancient color
of burnt sienna dyed by cedar tannins.
The marshland is silent.
The couple in the slowly floating canoe is silent.
A heron standing one legged in the creek
watches them pass.
He dips his beak in the water
before lifting himself to the sky.

侘 寂

silence.  midnight.
head bowed, white hair –
errant frost catches moonlight.
silence. crickets sleep.
sword across her knees
catches moonlight.
silence. dew falls.
wings flutter.
owl settles.
silence.

Sunday 1:00 a.m.

 
Quiet and alone
I sit and gaze at the moon.
Clouds of gauze drift across
Its face.
Brilliant light reflects on
the surrounding clouds.
I long to put my arms around you
Like a circle around the moon.
Indigo night sky
Starless and dark
Except for the moon.
The only bit of brightness
In the darkness.
You – the light in
My indigo soul
Starless and dark.
A small wild rabbit
Grazes in a patch of clover and
Never sees me at all.
I am so still, he does not
Perceive my presence.
The rabbit and I strangers,
Yet companions under the August moon.
The silent moon gazes at me
And keeps my secrets.
 

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