In limbo

winters limbo, one mile mark.
In limbo.

#winter, #groundhogday, #dverse, #haibun.

In mid winters limbo I wait. Traveling the same route under grey skies. By the one- mile mark as I pass the fuel stop. I start to pine for a seaside trip. By the two-mile mark as I pass the rail station. Winters cold bites my fingers tips. A few weeks until the warmth of spring adds weight to my pining. another day the same groundhog day.

Salty seashore bliss,
Awaits until spring is sprung,
Until then limbo.

© 03/02/2025 rog leach

it’s haibun Monday @ #dversepoetrypub, all i know of groundhog day comes from the Bill Murry film . i am surprised to find out it is not a fictional day.

To Friendship.

a game with mates
Words among Friends.
(All lines taken from tiki guild poems and stories).
#tikiguild, #frindship, #inmemoryoff,

Always there, behind you,
Bigging you up when needed,
Listening with open ears and big hearts.

Wine among friends! Wonderful friends,
The bus shelter collective, inspecting the guild,
Getting squiffy! On the smell
Of Classy Carrier Bags,
Remembering friends no longer here,
As Mackerel fed beach foxes.

Humble grape by day, sweet and juicy,
Eaten and drunk in Tiki’s last chair!
Where we polished of his (h)air.

These purple walls now dark,
Stained with the love of past life,
Lost over cliff edges,
Soaked into them the energy, of the Shangri la’s,
Do you, you remember the days,
Days of sand, sun, sex and Shangri-La.
(remember fucking on the sand).


What’s your weapon of choice?
A kiss from a rose? No, to kind?
Maybe a cheer from a stilted angel?
Or maybe a bag full of autumn leaves?

The stories we guild friends have shared,
Sat in the bus shelter full of affection.
Words of laughter and love among friends.
Even those found in the Piller boxes of old,
They have a key, a pilfered key, to my heart.

©) Jan 2025 rog leach

hello all @#dversepoetrypub tonight we get to pick a poem of our choice to sare on open link night

Creative Poems from Opticians’ Words

AI Fairy garden
Fairy vocals.
#fairysong, #poetry,

No nose wrinkled,
one cause even tempers,
Were you here crone?
During our summer,
Fairy name use means flowers arose,
Near people can remove magic for sure.
Fairy vocals rise in song,
Crow verses hoarse,
see the light to renew,
Assume nothing,
Once van delivers sum-mer,
Aware that the caves are haunted,
Fairy voices rise into sea shanties,
Over cream teas.

© 28/01/2025 rog leach

Hello all here @#dversepoetspub we are creating poems from the words on some opticians test sheets.
the words being
nose-one-cause-even
were-crone-our-summer
name-use-means-arose
near-can-remove-sure
crow-verse-see-renew
assume-once-van-sum
aware-caves-sea-cream

the challenge being to pick one, two or all the words in order and create appoem fro them.

Embracing Nature: A Quadrille on Morning Hints

morning hint.
Subtle hints.
#quadrille, #naturescall, #poetry,

Morning suns’ frosty glints,
This son subtly hints.
At the quality of the print.

On.

Invites to a sick day,
Out and about from decay,
Nature’s call to play.

Now.

Mind forced into frown,
Work calling us into town,
Lets’ Run before we drown.

©27/01/2025 rog leach

welcome to another #qudrille monday @ #dversepoetspub todays word of choice is “hint”

Hello Darkness

thanks Bjorn for an interesting challenge here @ #dversepoetspub.

The line you shared from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet 17 ” I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.” it truly intrigued me. it also got me thinking of a version of The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle by the rock group Disturbed. with the line “Hello Darkness my old friend.”

Darkness negated.

Hello darkness my old friend,+
Your embrace my home for so long,
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,*
Watching those who dwell in the light of love.

Every Monday the blues beckon,
Tedium’s embrace my home for so long,
I love the comfort of the home tedium supplied,
Never trying to keep up with the Joneses.

Cliché expectations always grate,
Chaos’s embrace greats my mind daily,
Loving the calm after storms chaos,
Watching the storms power from within.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,*
Cliché expectations always grate,
Every Monday the blues beckon,
Hello darkness my old friend.+

Never trying to keep up with the Joneses,
Watching those who dwell in the light of love.

© 23/01/2025 rog leach
*Credit to Pablo Neruda
+Credit to Paul Simon and Art Garfunckle.