Indigo Inkling #quadrille

It’s Quadrille Monday!

Indigo inkling.
#quadrille, #inkling,

I have an inkling that I might,
Might dream in indigo, 
Dark fractured nightmares.

I have an inkling that I might,
Be the fractured indigo dark,
That hides the monsters.

Am I the inkling,
That indigo dreams rule.
The way I share my poetry.

© 24/02/2025 rog leach

hello LillIan and all @#dversepoetspub. my head went all dark with Indigo.

pugnacious

Quadrille #217: Poems with Zing!

Pugnacious.

#love, #Quadrille, #dversepoetypub, #letitzing

Loving that pugnacious zing,

That only tomorrow can bring.

When love will be a thing.

Even loneliness shall pass,

My heart no longer Contentious,

Life before was a farce.

When love will be a thing,

That only tomorrow can bring,

Loving that pugnacious zing.

hello all @ #dcersepoetrypub tonight we are sharing quadrilles that zing.

re imagine

Poetics: Reimagining the Familiar

Butterfly unhinged.
#everyday, #reimagined

Unhinged I dream,
Dream of butterflies of steel,
Steel hinges, all a flutter,
Taking flight, I awake.

The beauty of hinges,
Shine @ opening the doors,
Where would we be without,
Unhinged and stuck indoors.

© 04/02/2025 rog leach

dora has invited us to reimagine something everyday @ #dversepoetspub this evening.

In limbo

Haibun Monday 2-3-25: Celebrating Groundhog Day

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.

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