night sky

Stepping Out of this World!

Kulmhotel Garnergrat observatory. Switzerland at an altitude of 10,171 feet

Stepping out.

Stepping out, stepping out hell yeah,
From mountain top, leaving my body behind,
Tibetan Buddhist burial feeding the condors.

Floating away, floating away,
Away, away into the nebula,
Becoming one, one with another planet.

Becoming a god hell no, guardian?
Spreading love of a new beginning,
Tibetan Buddhist burial feeding the universe.

© 02/04/2024 rog leach

Thanks Lillian for tonight's #dversepoetspub prompt. where she has inspired us to write about a choice of pictures taken by astronomer John Mckavener.

contour #quadrille

dVerse — Quadrille Monday #198 — Fuzzy Frameworks

here we are again at the #dversepoetspub heading around the CONTOURS of this great fun poetry form.

Contour #quadrille.

Walking towards death,
Choose wisely what,
you leave behind.

Quadrilles, limericks, tankas, sonnets or haikus.

Monday mornings contours,
Sheer faced treachery of work,
Until time to sit and put pen to paper.

With Green clouds Celicta,
Playing on the headphones,
Monday over #Quadrille written.

© 01/04/2024 rog leach

Where and when

Buildings

thanks Kim for a fun prompt this evening at #dversepoetspub.

where we have been inspired to write about buildings we love by a a poem calle “yhe Building” by Philip Larkin.

Where is this?

Underage and dressed to the nines,
Friends, friends, friends whishing,
They were me, invited out,
Sweet dreams (Eurythmics.)

Loving life, strutting my stuff,
Past the blood bank,
bright lights calling, adrenalin rush.
Saturday night fever (Bee Gees).

Past gorillas, entrance fee paid,
Coat room ticket into pocket,
Excepted into inner sanctum.
Purple rain, purple rain. (Prince).

Past swirling bodies, aroused,
Dance floor bouncing, music up to loud,
Night club virginity lost; dancing shoes found.
Close to the edit (art of noise).

© 26/03/2024 rog leach

cherry trees

Haibun Monday 3/25/24: first [cherry] blossoms (hatsu hana)

White Cherry blossom.

We have a lot of white cherry blossom local to me. I cycle past the most amazing tree each day on my way to work. Like a cotton wool ball thrust upon a tree trunk that has been bare for many cold and wet months. Despite the temperature not quite being pleasant yet, almost but not quite there yet. The bright white blossom always cheers me up on a grey Monday morning. when it finally arrives letting me know more pleasant rides into work are on their way.

Small white blossoms,
Chasing away melancholy,
Almost here, Spring warmth.

25/03/24 rog leach

All this talk by frank of cherry trees in blossom at #dversepoetspub got me thinking of this song by KT Tunstall.

low how low

Poetry Form: Ottavo Rima or Sonnetto Rispetto

Written as an ottava Rima a traditional Italian form. For #dversepoetspub on Thursday 21^st March 2024. thanks Grace foe the mighty challenge.

(Inspired by Seasick Steve’s song “Hobo Low”.)

The first line being “When your hobo low there ain’t no where to go when your hobo low.” For a prompt from a live poetry meeting. Where we have been prompted to write a poem inspired by a line from a song.

low how low.

Have you ever lived below, nowhere to go,

Under a loves radar of understanding,

Luna brightness above, nights darkness below,

Loneliness, thinking you have nothing to bring,

Black clouds gaining, feeding your hobo low,

Craving hugs and kisses, Until the next fling,

Found in the space between Luna and midnight,

Self-love found giving the guts to find my bright.