March 2024 – September heart-to-hearts

What are we doing? 
Acting like lovers in Spring
When we're just kind friends

~Jay

Sharp scent of "Good Morning" deodrant
Empty growling stomach and 
Shivering hands 

Right pocket has ruler and 2 pens 
Left pocket has bike key in its chain 
Back pocket is empty like my brain 

I hope I don't faint 
When I see the questions.

44 Words

posted over at dverse

A hard rain that’ll wash 
away my thoughts
That‘ll wash away my past
That’ll knock on my door 
And break all the windows.

Linked to dverse: Open Link Night

As I walk out
The twin girls in my neighborhood 
Give me double smiles 
They're getting ready for school 

Golden dawn 
Streets deserted 
A light spring rain 
Feels refreshing 

On the sidewalk 
I see a woman 
With beautiful eyes 
Blue like the sea 

I cross a lingerie shop 
And a parlor--Lemon Beauty Care 
Both closed 
This early in the morning 

I'm halfway through my walk 
The fading moon gives silver smiles 
The sun's orange progress is good today 
Winter is gone with its ice follies 

Plants and trees are giving out love calls 
Butterflies are dancing from flower to flower.

Written for dverse where Merril is hosting Tuesday Poetics.

Prompt

Merril says, “Below you will find some names of daffodil varieties. Choose at least 3 words/phrases to use in your poem, but you may choose more. If the name is more than one word, you must use both words. There is no required form or length. Your poem does NOT have to be about daffodils or spring, and there is no restriction on form, style, or subject. I’m eager to see what poems spring from these words!”

(I’ve bolded the ones I chose)

baby boomer
beautiful eyes
double smiles
Dutch master
February gold
goblet
golden dawn
golden echo
ice follies
lemon beauty
lingerie
love call
Merlin
narcissus,
orange progress,
pink pride
Professor Einstein
sentinel
silver smiles
sovereign
split corona
Tahiti
Tete a Tete
Thalia
white lion

Procrastinating 
A day before the exam 
Daydreaming at park

Wind blows clouds away 
As I sit on the terrace 
Spring sun shines on me.

Why was I not born mysterious?
Pablo Neruda’s ‘Book of Questions’

The universe with all her secrets 
Cloaked in cosmic darkness, her secrets. 

She's full of mystery and magic 
On the other hand, I have no secrets. 

She talks to me in seasons 
Spring lays bare her exciting secrets. 

The yellow flower speaks to me 
I listen to her tales at sunset, secrets. 

She is the dark core of beauty 
Between a poet and his poems, secrets.

Posted over at dverse

Poetry Style:
• Ghazal:
• 5 -15 rhyming couplets
• AA, BA, CA, DA, EA, etc

In the nursery
Young man buying red flowers 
For his evening date

I keep thinking of when I was younger 
I had it too easy 
With no wiseness in ways, I was oblivious. 

I played and played and played 
If it wasn't outside with friends 
Then it was inside with computer. 

I had big dreams 
But not the hard work to make them true 
All dreams are now dead.

Posted over at dverse