I Want to Meet You

 It has been long my friend; I want to meet you
And speak with one another face to face
Throw open the door widely and greet you
Standing here together in the same space
Thus the threshold becomes a holy place
Where we can freely laugh and weep: converse
Knowing we’ve o’ercome the very worst



Written for dVerse. This is my attempt at a Chaucerian stanza, a seven line poem in iambic pentameter. Writing in meter has never been my strong point, so it's far from prefect. I think though, we are all eager to see each other in real life.

If you have the inclination, you are invited to join members and friends of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on April 10 in Fasting and Prayer for relief from COVID-19. Everyone is welcome to participate.

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