Thanks to De Jackson for such a great quadrille prompt tonight at #dversepoets pub.
Where has it gone?
My heart you stole!
Leaving a chalk outline,
On my empty ribcage.
My Chalk outlined heart!
No longer beating here!
Ripped out with loathing,
Replacing my loving nature.
Looking too my poetry,
Replacing my lost heart,
With words of peace!
© 18/04/2022 rog leach
Thank you Mish @dverse poets pub for sharing the amazing art work of Vika Muse. i have picked the picture below for the inspiration for tonight’s write.
This is the time,
The time of the,
Dragon’s rebirth,
Reborn from our hearts.
We need your wisdom,
We need your love,
We need your strength,
Please return to
Our world.
From the realm,
Of the story tellers,
Of the artists,
And the poets’ dreams,
Where you have hidden,
In plain sight.
Welcome back wise dragon,
The artists, poets and storytellers,
Offer you peace and love,
Please help us share this,
With the rest of planet Earth.
© 12/04/2022 rogleach.
Sarah at #dverse poets pub has invited us to write ana anaphora poem using words from a given list. sorry have used them all within the poem.
Please remember to chase your dreams.
Please remember to eat all your pudding.
Please remember choose your spouse wisely.
Please remember to love them with all your heart.
Please remember not to fear the future.
Please remember to keep hope in your heart.
Please remember to paint the universe with your words.
Please remember not to lose your inner self.
Please remember to keep sharing your wonderful poems.
© 05/04/2022 rog leach
It is #quadrille night over at #Dverse poets pub and todays word is “season”.
On the cusp of change, I sit.
My change of season into an older age.
Mid-life crises they holler,
Procure a Ferrari, NOT ME,
How crass and vulgar.
Poetry I shall write,
to celebrate my change,
of season,
into my middle-ages.
Rummaging for wisdom.
© 04/04/2022 rogleach
What a great sounding book you found Linda. Here this evening we have had to chose a first line from a famous book, given to us by Linda who found a whole book full of opening lines to novels. I have gone with “for a long time. I used to go to bed early.” from Swann’s way written by Marcel Proust. #dverse #poetics #marcelproust
Dreaming dreams
#poetics.
“For a long time, I
used to go to bed early.”
to
dream dreams of my future.
For a long
time, I would rise early,
To work
at my dreams of future days.
For a
long time, I would not play,
Dreaming
of when I could in future days.
For a
long time now I have written,
Of the
dreams I dreamt of future days.
Now my
future days are spent,
Working
making others dreams a reality.
My future
days are almost gone,
My days
have been wasted,
Now the
only dream left
Is that
when I am gone,
Somebody
will love,
the poems that,
I leave,
Behind.
(c) 29/03/2022 rog leach
perspective poetry 
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