I dream

. . . the sun’ll come up . . .

I dream.

#quadrille, #dversepoetspub, #antiwar

Melancholy dreams darken my heart,
Fractured sunrises over war torn lands.

Fractured sunrises forever.

Belief of the greedy weapons dealers,
Propaganda selling arms as peace keepers.

Peace never reached.

Fractured dreams of peace and love,
Melancholy sunrises over promised cease fires.

Never being realised.

© rog leach 02/06/2025

its my favourite evening at #dversepoetrypub. yes quadrille night thanks to Lillian for the sunrise prompt.

word tangle.

Quadrille #223 – Untangle It

Word tangled.

#quadrille, #word@thewharf, #dversepoetspub,

Tangy words, of love,
Not man’s best friends tonight.

Tongue twisted and tied,
Tangling over our simple.
 Joyful Words,

Tied tongue knotting,
Over poems often,
 Spoken, tangled tongues.

Live poems with friends,
All tongue tangled,
 Word @ the wharf,
Legendry night of tangy words.

© 05/05/2025 rog leach.

Hello again #dversepoetrypub. Tonight's #quadrille we have been asked to write using the tangle reminded me of an evening at a monthly spoken word meet up I attend. one evening last year a number of those who shared their words got tongue tied including myself.

rat race

Quadrille #222: There’s no alternative

Rat race exit.
#quadrille, #beachlife, #dverse 

Moonlit beach calls,
Oceanic salt-spray,
Melts tensions, mind altered 
Driftwood fire sputters sparks upwards.

Moonlit beach calls,
Waves crashing,
Shifting shingle,
My state of mind settling.

Moonlit beach calls,
Rat race rejected,
Praying at the altar,
No longer chasing own tail.

Moonlit beach calls. 

© 21/04/2025 rog leach.

Hooray its quadrille time again. my favourite #dversepoetrypub prompt .

what if take 2.

dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday — Busted!

Tonight’s prompt from Lisa @ #dverspoetrypub has looking at the bust she saw on a museum visits.

i have gone with the ekphrastic option because the picture rough edges by Elise Siegul reminded me of one of my older poems. here is a reworked version.

WHAT IF? Type 2
#EliseSiegul, #dversepoetrypub, #ekphastric,

What if the planet was just,
 A disembodied head?
And us its many, many voices
What if you the master of the many?
Yes master of many crazy 🤪 voices,
Were the master of that head?
Would she be heard over the masses?
Or Could 7 billion voices in this head be wrong?
YES

© 1st 2016 rog
© 2nd 15/04/2025 rog leach 
#dversepoetry pub version

Humbug

Poetics: Dialogue It In!

this piece does not quite fit the prompt for tonight’s #dversepoetrypub but as a piece I wrote for a face to face group. the group called The Tikis writers guild does cover some important subjects. I believe that this needs an airing.

Humbug Sunset!
#dversepoetrypub, #conversations, #depression 

“Look @ that colour!”
“uh”
“Yeah, that red/orange is stunning!”
“uh”
“Mind, if a sit here?”
“If you have too!”
“That sunset is jus……”
“And”
“Whoa I just wanna sit here and watch the sunset?”
“Why?”
“The view and that light.”
“Go on then. But leave me in peace!”
“Humbug?”  offering a bag of mints
“What do you mean humbug?”
“Would you like a mint?”
“Na, she always smelt like them!”
“She still does! My sister.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Oops sorry!”
“WHAT?”
“Sorry just thinking out loud.”
“She jumped from here!”
“what? Who?”
Sobbing through tears “my one love.”
“Sorry man!”
“Yesterday, after, after, after …..”
“Come here man” offering a hug.
“The car crash!”
“But you survived.”
“But, but, but it’s only me left! I have no family left!”
“We are still with you dad!”
“HUH!”
“Me, mum and sis!”
“HUH”
“In here!” touching his heart “in here.”
“But you cannot be!”
“I have all ways been here with you since.  My still birth.”
“Don’t jump Dad you have a job to do.”
“W-W-W-What Job?”
“Support of other like you!”
“Like me?
“Those who have lost fam. Family to drunk drivers.”
“How son, how?”
“One foot in front of the other. Till you are there.”
“where’s there?”
“The other side of this bridge. Remember Dad, we love you!”
The smell of mint humbug lingers forever around the park bench.

© 08/09/2024 rog leach