Written for dVerse ~ Poet’s Pub: Who Has A Sweet~Tooth?
Our host Lillian asks us to write a poem using candy
names. This is my sweet~tooth inspired haibun.
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Identical Grief Revisited: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poets – Fancy
Meeting You At The Pub Today and
Saturday. We are asked to share any
poem of our choosing. I am sharing
a haibun I wrote almost one year ago.
Since then, our feelings remain unchanged,
except now laughter comes a bit more easily.
A Show About Nothing: A Cinquain
Written for dVerse Poets where the
challenge is to write a poem based on
Favorite TV Shows. This is my Cinquain.
1968: A Dectina Refrain
Written for dVerse Poetics: Fall (in) Love,
this is my Dectina Refrain.
I
met him
in the fall,
tanned from summer.
He was a bronzed god,
hair as gold as the sun,
eyes like burnished copper glowed.
He warmed the chill from out my bones,
thawed the late Autumn frost in my heart.
I met him in the fall tanned from summer.
NAR©2024
Happy Birthday to my husband Bill. We met in the fall of 1968. 🤎
This is “Bill” from Showboat performed by the Rebecca Trehearn
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The Water’s Edge
Written for dVerse Poets By The Beautiful Sea.
This is one of my reworked pieces from 2022.
How I long to walk to the water’s edge,
to dip my toes and cool my burning feet.
There are times I think if I could just reach the water
all my pain would wash away.
Where are the days when I skipped along the shore
collecting shells and rocks and starfish?
My body would bake in the brilliant sun as I danced
like a gazelle from one end of the beach to the other.
I’d look back in amazement wondering how I walked that far.
Sometimes I would catch my reflection in the water
and see that young woman, vibrant and alive.
Hair of burnished gold, skin smooth and lustrous,
deeply tanned, and eyes as green as the ocean itself.
I smile at her but she does not smile back.
Perhaps she knows the hurt that lies ahead
and is already grieving.
I desperately want to be free from these chains of pain
but the key has long been buried in the sand.
I reach for it and again it eludes me.
Where is that young, desirable woman? Where did she go?
If you see her walking by the water’s edge, please send her home.
I have much to tell her. My heart is strong and my lust for life
and love has not diminished. Only my muscles fail me.
How I long to walk to the water’s edge, but my tired
and failing limbs will not support me. Oh, how they mock me!
Will someone carry me to the water’s edge?
How I long to walk there once again.
NAR©2022
From Concert for George, this is Sam Brown et al with “Horse To The Water” by George Harrison
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Eat Me!
Written for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #203
‘feeling crabby’, where we are to include some
form of the word ‘crab’. Here is my Quadrille.
Time after time
I have tried to
eat
a soft
shell
crab
sandwich.
It sounds so
appealing
but
tastes like
the chef
forgot
about
pealing
it.
Crunchy!
Crinky!
Croaky!
Cracky!
My crab
is crappy!
It’s like
listening
to
a CD
without
removing
the
shrink-wrap!
NAR©2024
44 Words
This is “Rock Lobster” by the B-52’s
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Chasing Shadows: A Haibun
Written for dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: Solstice
offered up by our host, Frank J. Tassone. Here is my haibun.
Giggles overtake me as I chase my squatty shadow across the green velvet carpet of freshly mown grass. I’ve waited 365 days for this hour to repeat, another chance to sit in the warmth of the evening and delight in the heady fragrance of honeysuckle, to spy a firefly and gasp in awe as the sky blazes with cascading colors of sparklers, rockets and fountains. The realization that tomorrow will be minutely shorter than today hasn’t registered; no, I won’t go there just yet …. not when there are so many summer nights to dream on and the winter will be far too long and cold.
the willow tree weeps
cicadas reject their shells
tilt toward the sun
NAR©2024
This is “Saturday In The Park” by Chicago
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On Bended Knee
Lillian, tonight’s Pub Master, is hosting Quadrille Monday
at the dVerse Poets Pub. We’re asked to create a 44-word
poem using the word “figment”. Here’s my poem.
She knelt
down on
bended
knee
Heard a
voice say
“Come to me”
It’s just a
figment,
this can’t be
A voice that
sounded
just like he
“I think
I will count
to three
Then of his
ghost
I will be
free
One, two….”
NAR©2024
44 Words
This is “Imagination” by Bob Dylan
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Bubble Queen
Written for Haibun Monday where we have been asked
by Frank J. Tassone at dVerse Poets Pub to write a haibun
incorporating “May Transcience”, using the Japanese idiom
of “Mono No Aware”. My granddaughter was my muse.
She’s four now and it seems like yesterday she was barely walking, crawling sideways like a huge pink crab with her undeveloped knees brushing the floor in lightning speed. Her golden blonde hair is loose, flowing almost to the tops of her thighs like the fragrant flowers trailing from a Maypole. We laugh when we worried that these glorious tresses would never grow out and she would forever be the source of jokes by the mean girls in school. But that was not to be as this indescribably beautiful child standing before us with all the presence and attitude of Xena the Warrior Princess will stake her claim and win against any goddess wannabees. No more baby bubble pipes for this one; she has moved into the power bubble zone. She is a force of nature.
intergalactic shifts
bound from planet to planet
hail the bubble queen
NAR©2024
This is Biffy Clyro with “Bubbles”
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