Listening to “Hey Jude”

I am in a coffee shop right now, and the song “Hey Jude” by the Beatles came on. I wrote a poem about it and only then saw that today’s poetics prompt from DVerse is about song lyrics!


Hey, you, let it out to let it in.

Remember — to let him

Into your heart, and

Under your skin;

You’re waiting

For someone to perform with.

 

Pray for me,

O saint of hopeless cases.

Quadrille: Dream

It is quadrille Monday again at DVerse! Today’s word is dream.


Dreams are strange things:

We wake,

They dissipate,

And what do they say,

Whispering,

When we’re asleep?

 

They speak,

Reaching high and loftily,

Diving deep, subconsciously,

They symbolize the keenest cries

Of Soul’s profound desires.

 

They wish when we awake

We light the fires.

Lady: Collaboration with Frank Hubeny

Jilly’s is hosting a collaborative poetry opportunity this August, and this poem is the completed version of Frank Hubeny’s poem Lady, Green and Red. His half is in blue, and my addition is in red.

 

Lady loved the plants’ light green
With flowers brightly red.
Her face angelically serene
Had leaves to shade her head.

The leaves become her regal crown,They bend to do her will,She wears her beautiful red gown,But she is silent, still.

The Vision

This poem was written in response to day 25 of Jill’s 28 Days of Unreason series. The quote for today is, “The river can’t heal everything”  ~ Jim Harrison
I decided to write a haibun with a twist: instead of a haiku at the end, I wrote a tanka.

Also, this was posted for DVerse’s latest OLN.


There is a story in the Bible about a vision that the prophet Ezekiel had of a river in the temple: The water begins as a trickle and then rises as he walks along, to his ankles and then even higher. This water is the life of God, lived in the Spirit, quenching the most profound thirst.

But! Careful with me —

I yearn for this water; still

It rises over

My head, and only in dreams

Can I breathe underwater.

Weeping

A poem for DVerse. We are writing about shade today, and the poem must have the word “shade” in it. I decided to write two cinquains.


The shade,

Provides respite

From searing heat of day,

I hear it bid me welcome in

My need.

 

It weeps,

Willow’s branches

Cover me with caring:

It is okay to cry under

This tree.

 

 

Imperfect and Perfect

Today at DVerse, we are writing haibuns based on the Japanese concept of Wabi-Sabi, which is described as “the art of imperfection.”


I look at a chipped teacup, a broken seashell, cracks in the concrete, even a dying flower and see beauty: poignant, ineffable, intriguing, unique. On every piece of nature are God’s fingerprints, infinite. Let me extend this knowledge to my own body, a temple of personal, imperfect and perfect beauty.

 

Springtime’s trees flower,

Jacaranda’s purple blooms

Dress the cracked sidewalk.

Coffee House Life

This was written in response to today’s DVerse post. Frank is challenging us to write a poem using trimeter.

I wasn’t sure what to write about — the possibilities are literally endless — but because I am sitting in a coffee shop right now, I decided to use it as inspiration! I like how this turned out and enjoy the rhythm of writing in trimeter.


A lovely coffee house,

Suede couches welcoming,

Fun knickknacks all around,

And caffeine beckoning.

 

A respite from the day,

Relaxing in this place,

My mood’s a shining ray,

With coffee in my face

 

And music in my ears,

Exuding a chill vibe,

Forgetting all my fears,

In this coffee-house life.