BTT #71: In the Music of a Quiet Morning

In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding darkly between Growing rows of houses.                . I could still be asleep As the lullabies spring From the leaves. But I am called into waking, And like these chirping birds And frogs and …

BTT 70: Dear Consequence

Dear Consequence . I. I always thought you were Something to suffer, An improvised device Answering my every Step, both mutable And sure, Inscrutable, And counting down The years and days Together pounding Our little plans To powder Beneath your Watchful gaze. I would feel you Searching out the issue Of my blood, Who never …

BTT #68: A Dream of Passage

  A Dream of Passage · Anchored in the Amber light Of waking I can still feel Resting faintly On my cheek The faded tracing Of your caress My once and ever Friend held fast. · I still see you Walking neither With myself Or with my shadow, But with the Mere idea Rounding out …

BTT #63: Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm

Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · This poem will soon be available in the publication listed below  🙂 January 2020: Three poems accepted to the annual anthology for Out Loud HSV (which stands for Huntsville, not for Herpes Simplex Virus) "Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm" "So you …

BTT #61: This Is Not A Puzzle

  This Is Not A Puzzle Those who hunger, Are filled. Those who are empty, Hunger. Those who love, Empty themselves. Where nothing's lost Nothing must be found. Pride is not pulled down, But freckles in sunlight Of love's voice, The only Truly Possible choice - Posted for dVerse, Quadrille #84, hosted by Mish.  A …

BTT 59.2.5: A Willow’s Kiss

…………………………………………………………………… Image from Pixaby, free for non-commercial use. A Willow’s Kiss · A willow’s kiss Wakens slowly but Runs deep. Joy sings But always parts, If not with silent passing Then with slowly tilting hearts. The impervious stream flows Without asking To measure bliss or sleep, We just hear the Whispered roundings Of time enough …

BTT #59: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth

For dVerse Open Link Night, I am going to post two poems that have been inspired and arisen out of another poem or comment that occurred in a prior dVerse post.  The first came out of a comment by Jane Dougherty where she wrote in response to a poem of mine about racial violence that …

BTT #58: Knowledge

  Knowledge · The room was stark and gray, with only a cot and a bench and a metal desk framing a firm tall gentleman in crisp shirt and dull blue tie regarding me with sad and patient eyes.  I sat on the bench. “I am sorry sir,” he said and then told me that …

BTT #57: Love Is Not A Square

Love is Not a Square ° Love will not Hold you In a box Or claim your Past, or mark you Waiting out Far off. ° It just embraces Where lines of Frets and strings Curve to pluck A tightened sound From softened edges And patient circling Of one eternal round. ° -Lona Gynt,  June …

BTT #52: Entanglement

Entanglement   We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped.   But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …