Blossom #haibun

https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/28/haibun-monday-3-28-22-cherry-blossoms/

here at #dverse poets pub Frank has chosen cherry blossom as our subject for tonight’s Haibun

This years cherry blossoms feels so different from last years. hope you all are safe and well in the love of your families.

This winter has not been a cold weather year. But the world of man has been bitterly cold and harsh. As spring springs war has erupted, covid has left its many marks and we could all do with an uplift for our spirits. I am looking towards nature, hoping she shows me the warmth missing from humanities callousness. The only warmth shown me has come from the poets, storytellers and musicians around me. Cherry blossoms blooming give me the hope that this coming summer we can learn to get along, instead of chopping down all the trees.

Resting beneath tree,

Winters last chill depleted,

Cherry blossom bloom.

Coming of Age

hello #dversepoets here is part two of goblin sunset a poem i shared on the 22nd march.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/31/oln-313-spring-has-sprung/

(Goblin sunset part2)

I am the hobgoblin poet,

One thousand years old,

An apprentice story teller,

To the master of the guild,

For 995 of those.

Master Jim Bob has passed,

Into the realm of the stars,

Starlorn now am I,

After seeking him,

amid the stars,

for 995 minutes.

Apprentice no longer,

One thousand years,

As master I have become,

Now I must take an apprentice,

Schooling them at the,

Goblin sunset market.

Each month I shall,

Give them a tutorial,

A poet I became,

What of the apprentice I take?

Of amazement and awe,

A goblin child full,

Curiosity and wonder,

Will they become hobgoblin?

Hogboon or Boogart even.

What-ever they become,

A story teller or poet,

They will be each,

Goblin market,

An apprentice until,

I go to join the stars,

In a thousand years.

Goblin sunset #poem.

Good evening #Dverse poets. Good evening Sarah thank you for sharing Christina Rosetti’s poem Goblin Market in the prompt. It inspired my poem this evening and matched my photo of the sunset as I rode home from work this evening.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/22/colour-me-poetry/

I cycle through,

The human traffic,

Going Way to fast,

What scares them,

Scurrying home,

AS orange sun sets.

The sky is turning,

An enchanting,

Pumpkin orange,

The birds are shushing,

Afraid to sing,

Their twilight lullabies.

The air is filling,

With hazy quiet,

Off odious intent,

The foxes slinking,

Off to camouflage,

Their whereabouts.

It is the night,

Off the goblin market,

Starting with pumpkin,

Orange sunset,

As the hobgoblin poet,

I am invited to attend.

Telling my tales,

To the goblin children,

Of the foolish humans,

Killing the land,

As their parents conduct,

Yearly goblin commerce.

A supper of cake and poems.

inspired by a comment left at the dverse pub by De Jackson

#quadrille148/2, #poems, #supper.

A paper napkin please!

With my supper of cake and poems.

A paper napkin please!

For my eyes as I read your poems.

A paper napkin please!

To wipe walnut cake from my lips.

A supper of cake and poems!

Satisfies my pithy poetry fetish.

pithy paper #qudrille148.

Good evening one and all, we have been challenged to put ink onto page by De Jackson on the subject of paper. #dversepoetspub I accept your pulpy task.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/21/quadrille-148-papered-poems/

Pithy paper. #qudrille148.

Front pithy pages written as if truth,

Pithy journalist sharing their lies,

With gullible readers of,

Followers of propaganda,

Susceptible to suggestion.

——————

Pithy papers folding when,

Readers aware of lies and deception,

Feisty revolutionaries,

Reject the governmental whoppers,

Inciting war against peace and love.