ROCKS with IMAYO form ~~ a poem for dVerse MTB

  Toto's Rock Garden

 

'Cause my dog loves a garden -

I made one for him 

with pretty rocks but there's no -

not one, cockle shell 

but only rocks, pretty rocks -

painted bright colors 

and now we're looking for him -

a wee white fairy 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2017 (bottom picture) and 2023 respectively, All Rights Reserved -- Bottom picture of Katrin credits here

 - I'm linked with Laura Bloomberry at dVerse MTB Rocking the IMAYO , 

https://dversepoets.com/2023/07/13/mtb-rocking-the-imayo/  

 - Click here to read other writers' works with ROCKS and using the IMAYO form's one long sentence poem

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Gone - a write for Friday Writings and for Tuesday dVerse Poetics

  

    Motherless

Don't you remember when 

your mother died 

You'd always had one 

and now she's gone 

Feeling you couldn't stop 

tears in your eyes 

You joined the orphan crowd 

yet you're alone 

Feeling it won't go 'way 

motherless now 

Then suddenly one day  

it goes away 

Whisked don't remember when 

feeling had left 

Gone just gone no more tears 

life has gone on 

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Friday, January 13, 2023, and now a bit on my Wheel: 

The wheel repeats itself over and over again. Maybe it's stationary, scenery is same o' same o'.  And then there's the one on the go, a different scene every revolution. Can we choose which we'll be, security or adventure?

My Wheel when I was a boy was a light steel spoke Wheel from a retired critter of burden. I rescued the wheel for my own.

Stationary or on the go?  Well, on the go when I wanted to play.  I goaded it to go with my big stick, steered it too with the stick. 

We went all over the farmstead and out to the mailbox once a day.  The Wheel and my stick had become my favorite outside toy.  Visitors and family would say, "Here comes Jim and his Wheel." 

Then one day, I don't know when or how, like the 'Motherless feeling" in my poem, the Wheel went away, gone, gone from my life.  Mom to Heaven, the Wheel back to the junk pile.  Life goes on. 

Note:  Hoop rolling is still being done, mostly with storebought equipment (Wikipedia).

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo just popped up in my message box late last night from my brother-in-law--it brought that feeling to my mind, sans tears 

 - I am linked with Rommy for Friday Writing #59 at,  

https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/01/friday-writings-59-wheels.html?m=1 

  Rommy has asked us to use the word, Wheels, if we wanted or needed a prompt.  But I am sooo behind that I decided to us this one I had written for Tuesday as I was late there and only had only a few readers and have only two who left comments.  

Then later tonight I added the blurb about my "Wheel toy".

 - I am also first linked with dVerse Poetics hosted for prompting by Ingrid at 

  https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/10/poetics-visionary-poetry/ 

 - This was another write made sitting on the edge of my bed in the middle of the night 

 - You can read other's dVerse responses to the prompt here,  at  https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=07Jan2023&meme=12476 

 - You might be inspired to write with us

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Sunday Muse Poem -- Sleepy Writer

 [late singer/songwriter Laura Nyro (1960's plus)] 

     [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_Nyro ] 

 The Late Night Writer 

She writes at night, generally late 

Kids are in bed it's after eight 

Most times it's way later than that 

Hubby and she, in bed may spat 

Then when all is settled and calm 

She peeks at what she's jotted down 

May make sense, often foolishness 

Ideas may come, she's still dressed 

Have a smoke while yet in her head 

Compile her thoughts sits on the bed 

Close her eyes to think, she will nod 

Hot fingers are her wakeup prod 

Quickly she dresses for the bed 

With the pillow temping her head 

Eyes quickly close, bed's her night's home

Finish tomorrow, a song or a poem 

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Note:  This poem is not about Laura Nyro, rather is about a hypothetical writer much of the like I am.  Many of my writings are done with me sitting on the edge of the bed, often way after midnight.  I'm generally already having my P.J's on.   

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmyhov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Fireblossom for the Picture inspirational prompt, the Sunday Muse  # 139,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/12/sunday-muse-139.html?m=1