Leaving

A Pleiades poem for DVerse Poetics, partially inspired by FOWC: Vapor and this prompt about goodbyes.

silhouette of tree under starry night sky
Photo by Nico Obsieger on Pexels.com

Left to dissolve to nothing,
Life is a vapor quickly
Leaving almost no traces.
Leaves tumble from autumn trees
Listless, dead in whisp’ring wind,
Lethe takes memories — so
Light from stars must say goodbye.

Shiny Dreams

This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for this month. I colored it today. 

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There once was a cat on a cloud

Who loved to take in night’s dark shroud,

Because all the stars

And planets like Mars 

Finally to shine were allowed. 

I made up the limerick off the top of my head because why not. I know planets don’t shine, but in my colorful dream-world they do. 🙂 

Space for Maybe

Here is my second offering for DVerse quadrille Monday, using the word “possibility” or a form of it.


Perhaps we all can go to the moon,
Get on a rocket sometime soon,
The literal limitless of space,
Contains tons of possibilities to embrace.

We can travel to distant stars,
Maybe Venus will conquer Mars,
We will be aliens!
Wonder will have salience.

Paint Chip Adventure!

This is my response to the 40th (!!) week of paint-chip poetry! I wasn’t sure what to write, and the challenge this tome was to use all 7 words, but my stream-of-consciousness seems to flow to decently-poetic places.

Home base is not a place to stay
Forever. Illumination of a green light
Lets you know to go. Fear no
Coyotes nor the black lacquer of
A starless night. Neptune may look down
On you, but you can look up and see
Venus, yellow as pungent ginger root.

Butterflies and Spacemen

This is my (late) offering for the Sunday Muse, which I often attempt to write for but which I’ve only posted for once or twice. This week’s image is below:

Monarch butterflies symbolize rebirth:
Kings seeking asylum from
The insanity of Earth,
Refugees to the Moon.

I pray, and kneel, arms
Strong in God’s holy refuge:
Maybe Luna can welcome me too,
I’d be the butterflies’ subject.

Keyhole in the Moon

This poem is inspired by DVerse Poetics and the image below, which is by Catrin Welz-Stein. I enjoyed writing to one of her beautiful, surreal pieces of art. Her other art can be found here:
http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/


He holds a key that’s half his size,
As a giant feathered-thing flies
Away with him, away, as he stays
Looking at the moon.   He’s left a piece
Of himself, never to be released
From that beautiful, liminal gloom.

Earthling

This was inspired by Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration, and the theme is “butterfly.”  The image is below. I’m not sure if this poem is finished, but it’s what I’ve got so far. Comments would be appreciated. 🙂


Place of birth: Earth,
Though my mind often seems
To be up in space,
Or at least in the sky
With hundreds of butterflies.
Or it’s inside books,
Looking to solve a mystery
As pages whisper memories
Of being a mighty tree.

Library butterfly books

Spacey

This short poem is for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration (on a Friday). The prompt word was mystery, and the image is below.


Slowly yet swiftly have the days advanced,
As a puzzling mystery, have they danced.
Slowly have the pieces fit together,
Yet we’re astronauts without a tether:
Will this maddening puzzle be done soon?
Should we believe that there’s cheese in the moon?

Spaceman puzzle mystery universe