Dredge for Toasted Stars

Photo by Carolina Heza on Unsplash

Everything’s coming up roses
Thorns striking up a foxtrot
Their fragrance singing all the time
The wooden door has lost its key
Smooth worn metal from the many fingers
That never held it
And caused the hens to lay
The purring painting of opportunity
When you knelt in the night sky
Dredging for toasted stars
And the fox will say
Machines will learn
And burnished roses glow
Beside the wooden door



This mixed up little poem comes from a prompt called "Twenty Little Poetry Projects." There's a list of twenty random things to stick into a poem. I didn't get all of them, but it kept me entertained!

Dreams

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

The fleeting light of singing stars
And bursts of color never seen
Paint the night with a scintillating
Dream that curls like a leaping cat
And stretches like a noontime shadow
Twisting, growing steady until
It disembarks in sunlight and paints the world

Value

Photo by Jasmin Sessler on Unsplash

Of all that’s valued high,
prices reaching to the sky,
many glint with gold
or sheen of something old.
Yet with all this social distancing, I can’t decide
which is valued most: Meeting you sans screen?
Or rolls of toilet paper stacked close by?


Written for dVerse.
 
I've been thoroughly enjoying all the posts and pictures highlighting the importance of toilet paper to our current society; they've been bringing a much needed laugh. 

On a more serious note, please consider joining members and friends of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on Good Friday in Fasting and Prayer for relief from COVID-19. Stay safe everyone!