Doe-eyed beauty finding her way though serpentine mountainous paths scared like a deer on being approached by hunter males she slips away like air dissolving in the clouds not leaving a clue of her origins and now hunters descend the same paths scared… https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/13/poetics-the-print-the-whales-make/
If you are a dreamer, come in.. The line is from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. Shel Silverstein is an American writer, poet, cartoonist, songwriter and playwright. The prompt is set by Lillian at dVerse Poets Pub We don’t walk around here, we float, without moving from our … More Floaters
I found a poem by Nikita Gill in a Google Search Here’s my ‘flipped’ take on it. Soul immortal, imperceptible evergreening, enriching, rolling gathering impressions, shedding bodies damaged by injuries grieving, dodging rocks https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/06/dverse-poetics-flipping-meanings/
Absorbing processing torture expressions, impressions -unsolicited judgements delivered letting it blend in eliminating toxic influences highlighting best notes letting people hold it against light sniff, swirl fruits transform to wine all credits go to A new identity what else can it be but maturity? https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/05/quadrille-125-in-praise-of-the-grape/
those were not my words but thoughts in a spin cycle what came through voice chords A jumbled jargon as if the words did not know which thought to attach with some of them could link to so many thoughts others did not recognise themselves coming from a deep subconscious Is that really me?? A … More Thoughts and Words
Well, I had fun playing around with online tools and doing this one. Thank you, Peter. for hosting this one. Here’s the pantoum I wrote.. not going anywhere’s an artjust going round in circles…but worlds are what they arefor they go around in cycles just going round in circlesmanipulate eyes to see, agreefor they go … More Circles
measured steps falter calculations go awry as I encounter concealed curves, veering me off beaten paths – breathing freshness https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/23/poetics-the-poet-as-painter/
threads tied on branches of a revered tree promise wish fulfilment the tree awaits return of seekers to untie knots In gratitude the tree awaits disentanglement to sort out good from bad It has given away non-judgementally A need to be fair unfulfilled …..
This being human is a garb which seeps into my soul compels me to do certain things in a certain manner and believe… in my supremacy over others It gives me the luxury of analysis of thought of choice of brain power Then takes it all away when I feel guilt or regret Why can’t … More Being Human
Rumour mills are agog that the President’s wife is a super-natural being. Domestic staff says mirrors do not reflect her presence. I pinch myself to confirm if I exist, if I’m real. Does a world exist outside my mind, my imagination? I probe the voice, which talks about the President’s wife. There is yet another … More Floating
