A Harp

for dVerse

O!

Ah!

the

harp

sings

softly.

Harmony,

melodies.

Happiness

whispering

contentment.

Delightful

glissando.

Ethereal

plucked

musical

notes.

Harp

kin.

Ah!

O!

This is a snowball poem. Each line is one word that is one letter longer than the last one.

The Joust

for dVerse

Listening to the music. Voices on the street;

to eager sounds floating open through bright air.

The sounds soar up into my morning dreams;

music floating up forever: laughs. Window welcomes all.

Voices open into laughs, inviting. Little wrens fly

on through my window. Little chirps that hope.

The bright morning, welcomes wrens that sing with 

street air. Dreams all fly; hope with life.

The Archer

for dVerse

Trumpets sound in the morning air

The field is laid so deadly green

Noble knights roaming everywhere

But I only watch the archers

Will he come? Again the trumpets blare

My small favor for the winner

And a gold arrow if he dare

So I only watch the archers

The sun climbs high above my chair

On the green brave knights fight and bleed

The rowdy crowd cheers their warfare

Yet I only watch the archers

At last! See how the archers fare

They shoot arrow after arrow

But no sign of bold Robin there

And I only watch the archers

The crowd shouts, the winner declare

He smiles to receive his prize

They catch Robin Hood in their snare

Yet I only watch the archer

My heart is drowning in despair

But his men spring from every side

Fighting till they flee elsewhere 

Still I only watch the archer