no more to come by two and two
the ark was filled from stern to bow
God closed the door of this first zoo
with chicken, pig, and horse and cow

the waters came from spring and cloud
until the earth was one vast lake
the storm was fierce, the thunder loud
on lion, elephant and snake

Ten humans only still had breath:
old Noah and his tiny clan
while on the earth below was death
for every child, woman, man

and while a few in safety slept
God looked upon the world – and wept

Synonymous with Swing

How do you like to go up in a fluctuation,
   Up in the breath so blue?
Oh, I do think it the agreeablest thing
   Ever a adolescent can do!
Up in the air and over the bar,
   Till I can see so ample,
Rivers and forests and cattle and all
   Over the environment
Till I look down on the back yard green,
   Down on the ceiling so brown—
Up in the air I go floating again,
   Ascend in the air and down!
a second “cover” for my prompt at dVerse.  This time, I took The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson, and merely substituted synonyms in for a few key words (changes in italics)
NaBloPoMo Day 30

Do you know the way to the place where the sidewalk ends?

I’m guest hosting over at the dVerse Poetry Pub today. I want my fellow poets to look into the idea of “covering” another poet’s poetry, in much the same way that a musician might cover a melody by another musician. Of course, there are going to be differences, as I can’t just copy the words of another poet and call it a cover. I must somehow make that poem, “my own”. Is it even possible for one poet to “cover” the work of another? I’m not really sure, but I want to give it a go, and I want to invite anyone else to give it a try too! In the end, our readers will have to be the judges of whether or not we were succesful :-).  Prompt goes live at 3pm central time (that’s 2pm if you live in Saskatchewan!)

Here, then, is my attempt at covering Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein.  The first stanza is entirely Shel’s words.  It is in the second and third stanzas that I have “made this my own”.  I have also added an extra 2 lines of length to the end


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind

Oh how I wish to leave where the smoke blows black
but this street merely winds and bends,
I’m stuck where the asphalt flowers grow
and I walk with a walk that is frantic, yet slow
I look for where the chalk-white arrows go
but can’t find where the sidewalk ends.

Yes, I wish that my walk were both measured and slow
and I could see where those chalk-arrows go
but I’ve lost my childhood, and so I don’t know
how to get where the sidewalk ends

oh I need a child to teach me again
to find the place where the sidewalk ends


NaBloPoMo Day 29


Does smoke smell different
if it’s your home aflame?
Does justice seem different
when you are to blame
Does the volume seem louder
when you are the one trying to sleep?
Does gossip seem worse
when it’s your secret no one will keep?
Is everything the same
whether you’re hurting or fine
Or does life seem more precious
when it’s your neck on the line?


NaBloPoMo Day 28

I’ve been thinking a lot about social justice of late. It’s easy to turn a blind eye to the hurts and needs of others, but somehow, it’s not so easy to accept the blind eye of another when we are the ones in need.

Two poems to contrast light and dark

It is only on the brightest days
When the sun glints blindingly
Off the glass enshrouded skyscrapers
And the digital billboards
Scream in brilliance about some
New product that will make
Your life even more luminous
Than it already is
That you can see how
Dark the alley really is


Dim twilight descends on a
Smog encrusted town.
Beggars compete with rats
To see who is the most filthy
The sounds of wheezing
And consumption
Fill the filthy air
And all eyes are drawn
To the diamond on the
Rich man’s finger


At dVerse, Björn has introduced us to the 17th century artistic movement of “Carrovagionism”. This movement emphasizes light by the use of shadow. I have tried in the first to use light to emphasize dark, and in the second poem I tried to do the reverse. NOTE: consumption is an older term for tuberculosis.

NaBloPoMo Day 24

a thought about the novel I am currently reading

your words
are wet paint
and as I read them
their colours smear
across my soul


I am currently reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.  Although I am only a little more than half-way through, I have been both delighted by, and horrified by the author’s words.  Truly, this book is not mere novel, but a stunning work of poetry written as prose.  I look forward with anticipation and fear about what will take place for the remainder of the book (please, if you’ve already read it, do not spoil it in the comments…and if you have not read it, please do!)


NaBloPoMo Day 22


breathe deeply the soft scent of blue
and dance to the sad sounds of yellow
feel the rough texture of green
and savour the rich taste of brown
don’t look, but see,
perhaps for the very first time
with more than just your eyes


I don’t have synesthesia, but I do remember playing a piano piece once that was written in the key of D-minor, and to me, the song was distinctly yellow.

Quadrille prompt (44 word poems) at dVerse today. Word of the day is “breathe”. Also written for day 21 of NaBloPoMo

I looked for God on Facebook

I looked for God on Facebook
so I could know
what he was doing each day
but could not find him there

I looked for God on Twitter
so I could know his thoughts
moment by moment
but neither was he there

I looked for God on Instagram
so I could see the images
that He finds beautiful
and he was not there either

So finally I called
out to God in prayer
and asked him where on social media
he might be found

he told me, I am the God
of today
and of yesterday
and of tomorrow

I would be a friend to you
but never just a status
for you to read and then discard.

Come!” he said, “and walk with me,
talk with me, be with me,
abide with me,
but don’t reduce me
to a sound-bite.”


NaBloPoMo Day 20