fun – One Woman's Quest

Syntax

“Trade you and ‘n’
for a ‘v'”, I said
to the moon
to the sun
to the bird
at my window

All obliged
and now
my lonely day
is lovely,
lovely,
lovely.

(This is a repost. Hope it made you smile as much as it did me. Image my own)

Dove and Turtle

Anticipating owl’s hoot
dove’s coo startles me

I am plodding turtle
hard-shelled

searching for circles
in this squared-off existence

Dove offers a throaty laugh
then is gone before

my soft-bellied self
can beg deliverance.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Amused

Sky gallery –
anything but banal –
recalls innocence

Geese attempt
an instinctual dance
(few will actually migrate)

Cheers this aging mind,
also prone to redundant acts –
sexagenarian fun.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Syntax

Trade you an ‘n’
for a ‘v’, I said
to the moon
to the sun
to the bird
at my window

All obliged
and now
my lonely day
is lovely,
lovely,
lovely.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson
Art my own.)

Mischievous

I like to wear garlic
when creating art –
keeps the demons
from taking part

Days I forget
perspective lost –
whirlwind of ink
quite deceptive

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson
Art my own)

A Dog’s Heart

I am a dog, or so
horoscope tells me…
certainly been referred to
as the mother of…

Private lives fascinate me
tenderness tossed away
in the courtship process

Some prefer on screen
interaction – erecting
false intimacy

I am tired of it all
bark the right of refusal
no encores for me…

…except I’m a damn dog..
man’s best friend, so they say
loyal companion… shoot!
Lend me that crystal ball…

(A bit of light humour for this first day of October. Inspired by Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: crystal ball. Image my own.)

Let’s Play

“Let’s play!” honked the goose
to the duck, duck, duck,
“I’ll hide and you come find me.”

“Let’s dance!” sang the tree
to the icy river flow,
as sun smiled broadly.

“Come find joy! Nature whispers
bright skies parting winter blues,
white radiance leading the way.

(Poem and photos for Cee’s On The Hunt for Joy challenge and Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week challenge: at play.)

Be Poetic

Woman who would picture
home an icy decay
is soon broken,
a fated fool,
she is always child.

Look how young laugh,
no secret to it,
live like the sky,
his day delicious.

Cite brilliant poetry
from gold air,
shred time,
post-needs cake,
naked thrush.

(Friday’s I consult magnetic poetry online for my inspiration.)

Heat

You see blood black
yet, I am alive
dressed in cool blue
like finest water roses

we fiddle noisy,
together a showy pit
pant of heat,
like juices –
what sin!

(Friday is magnetic poetry. Play along.)

Growling Funk

Put this corduroy cat out,
give her only fish-eyed dirt –
it is moister than green grass,
less porcelain to devour.

Bleed the soft morning air
See eternity throb
Listen, dance, surround joy

Go! Do young night growl –
delicious, ferocious, wet heart.

(Playing around with Magnetic Poetry online. Want to play along? See what you can make with the words above. Only caveat – you have to use all the words. Photo from personal collection.)