Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved
an inaudible hum
dull, slow, rings
around the rosy,
beauty from the
to the out
whether a sigh
or a scream
amongst the smooth
fingers trace the
shapes etched into
its surface, colors
applied in minute
brings it to life
Bjorn instructs us on Cubism at dVerse Poets. Please join us for this interesting and informative prompt!
Posted by Bodhirose on September 29, 2016
Photo Bing Images; Thick Fog
as if a deep fog has
settled in a valley,
taking my light
draining my mood.
Anxiety rushes in
to make things
a little more
How long this time
will the Shadow lurk
and hold me fast
with her gripping claws?
De is our host at dVerse Poet’s Pub for our Monday Quadrille prompt. Head on over there for all the details!
Posted by Bodhirose on September 26, 2016
Photo by: Karl E. Holland, 1975; Peacock crossing on Genius Drive, Winter Park, FL
I seem to have a connection to peacocks. They’ve been a part of my life since I was a small girl and my mother would drive us kids to a neighborhood in Winter Park to a dirt road where Hugh and Jeanette McKean had made their home on Genius Drive. Hugh had been a former president of nearby Rollins College and Jeanette was the granddaughter of the founder of the Morse Museum. They brought the first pair of peacocks to their property and as the numbers grew, they allowed the public to drive slowly along the winding road through an old orange grove that was their home. At their peak they numbered into the 100s. Eventually the property became Genius Reserve, a preservation area.
Many years later when I moved to Coconut Grove in Miami, I again landed in a neighborhood where peacocks roamed freely. I wrote a humorous story on an intimate relationship that I had with one of those birds. You can read it here. They’re very loud and their cries could be heard throughout the area. The males are the beauties of course and when they spread their tail feathers out in full array, they are astonishing to behold. Colors of iridescent green, turquoise, dark and light blues, browns and yellows add up to a brilliant display.
Later, after I had divorced, my youngest daughter and I shared an apartment not far from the wildlife preserve of my youth. And much to my surprise, I again had encounters with these astounding animals…even, on occasion, having to brake and wait as they crossed the road in front of my car. I’ve marveled at my association with these birds throughout the years and somehow feel some sort of synchronicity in it all.
an air of sameness
blows gently through the orange grove
birds and human dance
Peacock display; Bing Photos
Victoria is our Poetics host over at dVerse and asks us to write on the topic of feathers. Head over there to read her full presentation and to add your link!
Posted by Bodhirose on September 20, 2016
Moonflowers by Nampu Katayama; Bing Images
These days my heart is aflutter and excitement is coursing through my every cell it seems. I feel almost electric and distracted at times too. There is a strong memory of these feelings from my past and yet in a way I’m more in control of my faculties than I was before. Perhaps it’s because I realize the impermanence of relationships. No-thing lasts forever but I’m ready to take advantage of what has presented itself and to see where it goes and I along with it for however long it lasts…and enjoy the journey.
summer’s moon flower
wilts as the days grow shorter
refreshing breeze stirs
Toni is our host for Haibun Monday at dVerse Poets. Join us as we explore this Japanese form and write on change or impermanence.
Posted by Bodhirose on September 19, 2016
Picture of Rumpelstiltskin; Bing Images
To read the fairy tale of Rumpelstiltskin, click here.
Lillian, I took up your challenge for a Rumpelstiltskin Clerihew!
You’re a cad, Rumpelstiltskin
though you offer your services to spin,
and a young girl trusts that you’re good
karma caught up with you just as it should!
Try your hand at a new form called the Clerihew over at dVerse Poets!
Posted by Bodhirose on September 15, 2016
Gene Wilder in “Young Frankenstein”; Photo Bing Images
comic supreme no wiser
just watch “Young Frankenstein”
as he continues his bloodline
Tropical Storm Julia
you danced around us with a hula
Just another fews days of rain
Florida shakes it off with no pain
Jack Benny; Photo on Pinterest
Do ya’ll remember Jack Benny?
He was a man who loved to pinch a penny.
Perpetually thirty nine
he was a master of the pause…and punchline.
Join me today over at dVerse where I present another new form to play with. The pub’s doors open at 3PM EST.
Posted by Bodhirose on September 15, 2016
That cursor blinking,
a demand to write
something. It’s up to me
to appease this beast.
I think it’s patient
though, it will
if I let it.
Remembering a time
when my mind opened fully,
my stories wrote themselves.
Victoria is our host at dVerse for our Quadrille prompt today. Head over there to read her presentation for all the details!
Posted by Bodhirose on September 12, 2016
You are the keeper of my secrets
that have been whispered in the dead
of night when no one else would
hear. I’ve turned my eyes to you,
my benevolent mother, for the
safety I’ve never felt elsewhere.
You’ve never betrayed me and have
never looked at me with reproach.
You held me in your grace all those many
years ago when I stared up into your
glowing, quiet face in the wee hours of
the morning, searching for comfort.
Together we heard the distant train
making its way through town,
a drawn-out mournful call that only the
alone could hear. You let my tears fall
freely without admonishment.
Your steadiness is dependable and
the tides dance in and out, ebbing
and flowing at your bidding…your
strength disguised by your humility.
Your gentle smile showers love through
the cosmos, limitless and enveloping
I feel the energy pulsating your cool
glow, spreading serenity.
The stars blink in silver and gold as
your reflection sparkles in their eyes.
Eons of light flows in waves
within this universal hum.
It reaches my ears and with closed eyes I join you in a calming chant of om.
Grace prompts us to write of the moon at dVerse Poets.
Posted by Bodhirose on August 31, 2016
It was a day like no other
because it had never been
before. There had never
been a sky like this.
There were less leaves
on the gnarled oak.
Slowly the days dim
and grow shorter and
as summer fades, an
of fall teases in a breeze.
De is our host for Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets. Won’t you join us in writing a 44 word poem? See De’s presentation for the details of this fun challenge!
Posted by Bodhirose on August 29, 2016
wind of dawning spring
caresses our naked forms
intertwined we sleep
the waterfall’s basin fills
overflowing like our love
Toni instructs us on the beauty of the Japanese tanka form over at dVerse Poets Pub. Come give it a try!
Posted by Bodhirose on August 18, 2016
Photo of pink depression era glass jar: Bing Photos
It came to me in
Keep them in a
and when you
are in need
open it and
let them be
are held within
a pink, tinted jar,
ready and waiting
for happy beginnings.
Bjorn is back from his hiatus and hosts our Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets…please join us!
Posted by Bodhirose on August 15, 2016
Photo by Gayle Rose; Hibiscus Bloom
How quick we are
So many in a hurry
Their lives in a flurry
Gone the stillness
Of a moment to be
To linger and tarry
Examine and wonder
Such a loss, such a shame
There’s so much to ponder
To see the beauty
To notice around us
Myriad small joys
Abounding among us
Take a moment, won’t you
Slow yourself down
Can bring us around
It’s the simplicity of life
That connects us to see
Join me this afternoon as I host Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. Link up any one poem of your choice to share.
Posted by Bodhirose on August 11, 2016
Born under a sapphire sky in early September,
fresh wash hung drying by a light, fall breeze that day,
birds vied for seeds from a feeder and a cat laid curled in the sun.
The house kept five of us now and the backyard was our playground.
Two of us would sit on the back steps, perusing the loftiness of the
Australian Pine, the shapes in the clouds and the back woods.
This beauty was in deep contrast to the darkening, indigo storm within.
De is our host for Poetics over at dVerse Poets Pub…come join us for a mid summer prompt.
Posted by Bodhirose on August 9, 2016
swing me from peace
and calm off the
abyss into the depths
of fear and panic
where my heart
in my ears
clutch each other
in a vain attempt
s l o w l y
and, if need be,
away from well-meaning
people who are NEVER
able to restore my calm
by their good-intentioned
words of rational beseeching.
What I fear the most is this dark beast that creeps up on me without warning.
Mish is our host at dVerse Poets and asks us to write on “What are you afraid of?”
Posted by Bodhirose on August 2, 2016
Gayle Walters 1st grade photo
Only six years old,
there’s still hope
in those pure eyes.
The smile is genuine,
accessorized by dimples.
There’s a semblance
of safety that’s still
being met. Fear and
panic has yet to set a
my neurons. Only six,
there’s still hope.
Lillian is our host for our Quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets. Come join the fun with one of most popular prompts, to write a poem in 44 words.
Posted by Bodhirose on July 31, 2016
“Janeiro” by Catherine Walters; All Rights Reserved
A perpetual beat is
going on in her head.
Some think she’s a
clown as her life
mimics the rhythmic
A wild dance
fires her mind
and paints her
world in vivid
is orange, zesty
it’s what propels
her silken soul.
She wears her heart
on her sleeve but
no one notices
because it’s lost
among all the
etching her face.
Some keep their
just too different.
But inside she’s
and wants more
to be accepted
No one notices
as a tear some-
times slips and
down her cheek.
She was born
sign of Capricorn.
And it suits her.
She is diligent
for others to
finally see her
at life and make
I wrote my ekphrastic poem using my very talented niece’s painting titled, “Janeiro.”
Today is Open Link Night where Grace hosts us over at dVerse Poets Pub. Please join us by linking any one poem of your choice.
Posted by Bodhirose on July 28, 2016
My car’s air conditioning had gone out. Yes, gone out in this miserable and all-encompassing heat. But I had received it back from the mechanic and had been assured all was well after spending close to $1,000.00 on a new compressor and accumulator (whatever that is). So as I took off to do my errands the next day I fully expected cold, refreshing, frigid air to be copiously blowing forth from my brand new air conditioner…but, no, it did not. It was doing what it had done when I took it in…switching on and off, willy-nilly. Right now it was blowing HOT! Returning home, I called the mechanic and reported my sorrowful predicament as sweat slowly trickled down my neck. It’s going back in next week…CURSES!
heat wave shimmers a
ripples form a swell
* As a side note, my car went back to the mechanic last week where they replaced another part (only charged me for the part, no labor) and although the car cooled on the way home, it stopped again and has started going on and off again. Argh! Back it goes later this week. The mechanic couldn’t believe it and wants to keep the car and drive it for a couple of days so he can see what it’s doing. Really bad timing!
Toni is our host for Haibun Monday. See her presentation at dVerse for all the details and join us for one of our most popular prompts.
Posted by Bodhirose on July 25, 2016
is on the
up and up
the down low
I’ve seen the
shine it bright
on the shameful
It cannot be
is this penalty.
Today at dVerse Poets we revisit our friend Anthony Desmond and our prompt is to write on a belief that you once held that has now changed.
Posted by Bodhirose on July 22, 2016
5th anniversary celebration,
old friends revisited feels
slightly melancholy, new
year ahead, clean slate
permits new inspiration,
growth and fun
meeting a date,
ing but feel no spark
then he turns the
convo to politics and
starts dissing Hillary
date quickly takes
a nose dive
We visit with our former member, Samuel Peralta, at dVerse Poets Pub for our 5th Anniversary celebration and write a poem using 144 characters.
Posted by Bodhirose on July 21, 2016
Artist: Claudia Schoenfeld; Used With Permission
Greenwich Village was once a haven for beatniks, artists and poets.
Bohemians still stroll past cello players on the sidewalk in front of
luxury high rises, old-world townhouses and family-owned businesses.
Tenement style walk-ups and brownstones are interspersed with night clubs.
And you can still feel the rich history from the 1950s Beat generation
and the homosexual revolution that brought about social change.
Macho men of the disco era are long ago vestiges of the village.
Victoria is our host for our second day of celebration for our dVerse Poet’s Pub 5th anniversary with an interview with our beloved co-founder Claudia Schoenfeld. Click the link to see what our prompt is for today.
Posted by Bodhirose on July 19, 2016
lives intersect as
their life journey
connects them online
through their writing.
I admire her quilting,
talent with embroidery
and posted photos of
When I learn that
she has unexpectedly
passed away, my
heart misses a beat.
Join us at dVerse Poets as Grace presents an interview with one of our beloved co-founders, Brian Miller, for our 5th anniversary celebration this week. We are also writing a Quadrille today…click on the link for details.
Posted by Bodhirose on July 18, 2016
The trellis is filled
with abundant, rainbow
hued blossoms of
pale sun, pinks like
baby cheeks and just
a light caress of
weaving in and out,
and support each other,
climbing the arbor untamed.
Bjorn provides our word to use in our Quadrilles today over at dVerse Poets…join with us in one of our most popular prompts!
Posted by Bodhirose on June 27, 2016
Shallow creek running through Mead Botanical Garden; Photo from Yelp
My friend and I were on our bikes oblivious to the scorching midsummer day. We just enjoyed riding, feeling the wind in our hair and having the freedom to go wherever we wanted. On this day we made our way over to Mead Gardens a few miles from our homes. It was a 48 acre botanical garden with an ancient glass hothouse where gorgeous orchids still thrived. The door was locked but we would peer in through the green algae-covered windows and admire the flowers.
Soon the sky darkened with the expected afternoon rains. No thunder or lightning but just a light rain fell and we made our way over to the small, shallow creek that gently trickled through the garden. We jumped in with our already wet clothes on and walked through the water meandering through the lush foliage that grew along the banks. It was just another summer adventure for us; we didn’t care one bit that we were sopping wet.
chrysalis hangs from milkweed
liquid crystals drip
Toni is our host at dVerse Poets for Haibun Monday. Please see her presentation there for all the details.
Posted by Bodhirose on June 20, 2016
Down to the basement, dark and damp
stamping my feet to scare what may
play and scatter down there. Things in corners,
(foreigners with matted fur and eyes of red)
bred to frighten and scare me silly.
Willies they give me and shudders and shrieks,
(speak in low and guttural growls)
foul and forlorn their lives down there.
Fair, not one bit; their teeth are green.
Between the washer and the dryer
higher up on the shelf above
sort of wedged back way too far
are the canned beans I need.
Flee fast as soon as I grab,
drab basement, my afflicted bane
gaining speed up the steps, I depart
heart thumping, safe at last.
Victoria instructs us on meter and setting a mood at dVerse Poets. I chose a chain/link form to attempt matching meter to mood. Oy! I have no idea what I’m doing!
Posted by Bodhirose on June 16, 2016