The
Ethereal Effect, Stirred, Not Shaken
—a villanelle
Martinis are made with vermouth and gin—
a
cocktail served in an iconic glass.
The
magic arrives where green olives grin.
Its
conical shape with tall stem’s a win—
a drink
silhouette with style and sass.
Martinis
are made with vermouth and gin.
The
first sip may stir you, tingle your skin—
though
the luster may evanesce, alas.
The
magic arrives where green olives grin.
Juniper
infused, as if long lost kin—
my
dendrophile-dad drank them with class.
Martinis
are made with vermouth and gin.
Its
pine flavour prompts an internal spin—
moves
one to forests and meadowlike grass.
The
magic arrives where green olives grin.
Clear
spirits glide amid whispers, not din—
airborne,
they buoy above the morass.
Martinis
are made with vermouth and gin.
The
magic arrives where green olives grin.
Beneath the deck,
the resident cottontail tends to her
litter.
The latticework conceals the hollow,
serves as protection.
Overhead, a hawk circles
as a fox stirs in the overgrown curtilage.
Nearby, a bull snake awaits the prospect
of a leporid lunch.
The thought of harm
prompts my maternal instincts.
Still, what safeguards can I offer
to the scamper of innocence?
The term survival of the fittest
rarely applies to bunnies.
If only safety flanked the wild rabbit.
Domestic breeds like the Rex
and English Spot maintain assured lives,
where yellow brick roads lead to castles,
blue skies, and humane treatment.
If only safety flanked the Ukrainian
people.
I see their fear as they flee below
ground,
drop into a wilderness of bomb shelters.
When will Putin release his grip,
restore the peace, return the flag,
the blue and yellow colours of freedom?
I wonder, is it possible for the fittest
survivors
to be fit with the omnipresent lens of
benevolence.
Sacred Moments with the Flowers in My Garden—
Joy Shared with My
Son and His Girlfriend
They biked over bearing flowers,
a bouquet picked
from her mother’s garden—
An array of Phlox, Coreopsis,
Rudbeckia, and Echinacea
were thoughtfully
displayed
within an aqua-coloured mason jar. I placed
the floral
arrangement on the
table, near the couch.
After an exchange of hugs and
conversation,
we biked together,
explored the area of my youth,
rode down W. River Parkway, past the fancy
homes,
headed toward the
Midtown Greenway,
stopped at a taqueria, pedalled to
Powderhorn Park,
where we sat
beneath a crabapple tree.
Beyond the hill, Spanish resounded as
soccer coaches
gave guidance—
The resonance evoked memories of Mexico
City,
experiences that
reshaped my being.
The next morning, synchronicity graced the
living room,
rendered a
coincidence between
the bouquet and my son’s 1st
grade painting—
Hanging on the
wall, like a smile
orchestrated by the universe, his yellow Rudbeckia
beamed within a
blue vase.
The past echoes, holds loving reminders,
strengthens
the now. We are
petals,
each lifting our sacred expressions,
bearing flowers,
bestowing gifts.
Viceroys Visit a Villanelle of V’s
Verse vaults to voice the value of v’s
Volunteers
avail their vital finesse
Nouns
invite verbs in a villanelle weave
To
envision vast vistas evokes peace
The
enlivener vivifies life’s quest
Verse vaults
to voice the value of v’s
Vapors
of Vinca versify the breeze
Vicia, V.
sativa, viva la vetch
Nouns
invite verbs in a villanelle weave
Voles
venerate the vicissitude of bees
Vegans
avoid victuals à la flesh
Verse vaults
to voice the value of v’s
Viceroys
vanish midst the verdure of leaves
L.
archippus visits verdancy to rest
Nouns
invite verbs in a villanelle weave
Vaccines
vary to validate our needs
Vaccinators
vanquish the virus with zest
Verse vaults
to voice the value of v’s
Nouns
invite verbs in a villanelle weave
Water,
It Animates Life Wherever It Flows
—a villanelle
It animates life wherever it flows,
is home
to frogs, a habitat for fish,
dihydrogen
monoxide,
H20.
The
body requires its presence to grow.
As if
an elixir or assured wish,
it
animates life wherever it flows.
Internally
drenched, awash head to toe,
humans
are vessels, a natural dish
of
dihydrogen monoxide, H20.
It entertains
swimmers, those on the go,
quenches
our thirst, bedews as if kiss.
It
animates life wherever it flows.
It is
vital to wren, robin, and crow,
weeps
for protection, a helping-hands-list,
dihydrogen
monoxide, H20.
Let us
leap into action, steal the show,
be
Adam’s-ale-aides, guardians of bliss.
It
animates life wherever it flows,
dihydrogen
monoxide, H20.
Jeannie E. Roberts has authored
seven books, five poetry collections and two illustrated children's books. Her
most recent collection, As If Labyrinth - Pandemic Inspired
Poems, was released in 2021 by
Kelsay Books. Her work appears in numerous publications and anthologies. She’s
an award-winning artist and poet, a Best of the Net nominee, and a poetry
editor of the online literary magazine Halfway Down the Stairs. She
finds peace outdoors, listening to birds, identifying plants, noticing Earth’s
beauty while practicing gratitude along the way.
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