The Versesmith

The Whirligig #403 Prompt words in red.  image source Hail , rain and bitter sleet , not weather fit for man, nor beast .   Do we resign ourselves to joyless cold, in heartless days of winter?   My one request that soothes my soul, the one that sends my fancy bird -like soaring, a roaring fire, with someone dear, who can bank it for the morning.   ©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson.  All Rights Reserved 

MindLoveMisery's Menagerie   Wordle #302 Prompt words in red. Winter is here. The solstice past, now snowflake s heap high in the garden.   The flames on the grate waver tremulous ly. Unnoticed in autumn, a crack in the mortar lets a channel of air breeze in.   I recline on my pillow, pull the afghan closer. Glancing to the window, nothing to see. A black pane, darkness absolute .   I’m content with the seed catalog in my lap, painted daisy dreams contrary to the calendar. I bid “ Goodbye ” to winter, welcome spring. ©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved #mindlovemiseriesmenagerie #wordle #wordlewordprompt #weeklywordle #writingprompt #winterpoem #springdreams #seedcatalogs

 Sixth in my Seven Deadly Sins poems, I had this marked as already posted, yet I don't find it on the blog.  Seven lines with seven syllables per line.  Also, please take the last word, "we," as poetic license!    We know the neighbor's grass is mown, we know his car is washed. We know his job is better than our own, and he's his boss. We know these things and plenty more, we know the monster green,   who feeds on our begrudgement, while our neighbor envies we. ©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle #299  Prompt words in red.       I feel the pressure of his body against my back.  It’s actually rather nice, the warmth pressing right where my back likes the support.  He seems to believe the queen mattress is one big dog bed, and by morning he’ll be in the center, with me on the edge, bound for the floor!      His previous family adopt ed him from the shelter as a tiny pup, only to abandon him back a few short months later when his sibling’s DNA showed something they didn’t appreciate .   They didn’t even give him a chance to finish his puppy classes.  I’m his family now.  He’s my family .  You don’t give up on family .      He’s the brave (or timid, depending on his mood) defender of our home.  A staunch protector of the garden from cats hiding in the rosemary , the fragrant needles not fooling him. He smells cat!  Not that he’d harm the neighbor’s cat, he loves cats.  He especially loves shoving his nose into the ears of my housecats. 

MindLoveMisery's Menagerie  Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip "For this week’s Lucky Dip, I have reached into my mystery bag and pulled out a Oddquain. The topic is up to you!"  Oddquain: syllabic 1,3,5,7,1 Rose, a shadow cast in the pale sun of winter.   Scant time left to bloom. ©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved  Photo and poem also used for Shadowshot Sunday, Dec. 4. 2022.   https://lisasgardenadventureinoregon.blogspot.com/2022/12/shadowshot-sunday-december-4-2022.html #mindlovemiserysmenagerie  #saturdaydip #luckydip #oddquain #rosepoetry #oddquainpoem #shadowshotsunday #magicalmysticalteacher