Lost and Found

Tonight at #dverse we have been shown some wonderful poems about being lost. and given two options. 1) write a response to one of the poems shared, or

2) re write a lost poem as a found poem.

i have attempted the second option. as one of the examples given reminded me of my chilhood.

Lost in the Forest”

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind

as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”

scent of pine

 childhood forest revisited

(Based on the above poem “lost in the forest” by Pablo Neruda)

 lost in my childhood’s forest

Where I got lost in play,

I would escape the crying rain,

Of my parents torn hearts,

As their marriage failed.

A happy future

Something far off it seemed,

A deep secret hidden from my child self.

The shout of pine scent suddenly

Revives the roots I left behind

As I climb through my sentient mind

To teach me the way to behave

For my children. As I find the memories

Of lost in the forest as the rain cries.

And sing this for all to hear.

© 19/10/2021 rog leach

AsH #Quadrille

welcome to quadrille monday at #dverse poets pub.thank you Sarah for hosting and offering such a succulent word as “ash” for tonights prompt.

Ashen faced, my life burns!

Ending my place of Tranquille existence.

Man started fires of annihilation!

Inferno cleaving through my worshiped forests.

 My oceans boil in wrath!

At the pollution plunged into them!

Ashes of my labours drift!

 Into the universe with my essence.

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© 18/10/2021 rogleach

Heckled Guilt

Tonight at the dverse poets pub Ingirid invited us to take a look at pain in poetry. I have gone with the pang of guilt i felt at putting a heckler down at an open mic. I have suffered at the hands of bullies a lot in my life and even now i still feel guilty at standing up to them. i know i should not but i cannot fight my inner empath.

Stood up front at open mic,

To share our home planets pain,

At our greedy ways.


Repugnant quip hurled,

Pendulous silence thwacks

The clamour from the room.


Mind Lost in fleeting shock untill,

Heckler put down uttered in irritation,

Heckler mocked and muzzled.  


My poetry set concluded,

Empathy thrusts into being,

Why My guilt trip kicks in,

 at my uttering of heckler put down.

early opn mic

© 12/10/2021 rogleach

Seasoned cadralor

tonight at Dverse Bjorn set a challenging prompt (it was for me) to write a new form which i have not encountered before. thank you for stretching my mind after a grey day.

  1. Yellow trumpets pull my eye to the soil,

Arousing my drowsy inner being,

From months of grey inertia.

  • Breakfast alfresco enjoyed river side,

Good company of friends fused in tête-à-tête,

Brewing schemes for next jamboree.

  • Picking brambles for juice and jam,

Baking bramble treat tarts for sharing,

Endearing small witches knocking for treats.

  • Dark evenings snuggled fireside with loved ones,

Divulging treasured stories to our children’s children,

Of their parents’ youthful adventures.

  • I rejoice in the seasons early embrace,

Feeling blessed in their new beginnings,

As they replenish the preceding phase.

(c) 07/10/2021 rog leach

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Dverse praise #Dverse

ttonight on dverse i have discovered yet another gnre of poetry called “pangyeric” her is my first attempt. i may not have caught this poetry ball correctly. but we do all need to stretch oursrlves in order to improve.

rose tinted specs

Dverse Praise

My inhibitions lost at the Dverse poets pub,

As poets in abundance murmur in my mind’s eye,

Adding rose tinted specs to my imagination,

Dverse poets showing me the way,

To my poetic wonderland.

Feeling small in the manifestation

Of such gracefully poetic company,

As I marvel in amazement just how much,

These Dverse bards have to reveal to me.

Dragging me out of insanities shadows.

©05/10/2021 rogleach