dVerse Open Link Night- Pathya Vat: Eternity

“At Eternity’s Gate” by Vincent Van Gogh

Chair creaks, fire snaps
useless hands hold
life once so bold
taken by war
Thanatos grasp
my son no more
this I implore
take me instead
“Nay” Death’s head clacks
raise thy aged head
Mars must be fed
though it be hard
no youth be barred
he now stands guard
o’er joy’s realm

For d’Verse OpenLinkNight. This style of poem, found at http://www.volecentral.co.uk/vf/pathya_vat.htm, is called a Pathya Vat, a form that originated in Cambodia.

The breakdown of the form is quite simple. It has four lines of four syllables each. The second and third line of a stanza rhyme. If you decide to chain them, as I did, then the second and third line rhyme the last line of the previous stanza.

Line 1 – 4 syllables (A)

Line 2 – 4 syllables (B)

Line 3 – 4 syllables (B)

Line 4 – 4 syllables (C)

Second stanza (if relevant)

Line 5 – 4 syllables (D)

Line 6 – 4 syllables (C)

Line 7 – 4 syllables (C)

Line 8 – 4 syllables (E)

and so on.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn


dVerse Poetics -Candles and Lights: Legend

Flickering flame battles lingering night

Prometheus’ gift drives off human fright

Nox rumbles, her fury ever thwarted

By family’s grace and Apollo’s light

poetry, dversepoets

For dVerse’s Poetics. This week is about Candles and Lights. I decided to try my hand at creating a Rubaiyat Quatrain, popularized by Edward FitzGerald and based on Persian poetry. It is characterized by rhyming the first, second, and last lines, while the third line does not rhyme with the other three (AABA).

Head on over to dVerse and read some great poets. Join in if inspiration strikes!

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn

dVerse: Big Time

When just a young’un
free of care and worry
the Reunion held 
joys and excitement
slipping on the couch
vacated by Gramps
stealing precious minutes
of sleep before the day
breakfast at the Restaurant
Granny at the grill
familiar faces watched
impromptu singing and dancing
a trip down the street
Dad’s Mom and Dad
childish disregard thought
stifling and dull without cousins
Pavilion fills between two family homes
elders jawing, women gossiping
an afternoon stop
for a quick bite
readiness grows for dark
lights and shrieks of
laughter, joy, music, arguments
line dance seamlessly across thoughts
Time to go
as cars, family and stranger
use the driveway 
as a parking lot
crowd mills, lines form
a thrown rock
hits two relatives
before the ground
a girl catches my eye
Want to go on the Spider?
we rise and fall, twirl and laugh
a lifetime together in a moment
 time to go
tired protests fall
on deaf ears
time for bed
a coon’s age
has passed, blurring
memories into legend
half-remembered truth
Gramps’ Restaurant closed
weeds and trees 
claiming childhood feelings
of home and love
cousins have grown
scattered, changing
one small town from
friendly to stranger
little left of what 
I remember, but
I do remember fine
that I had a big time

This poem is for dVerse’s Meeting the Bar: Hearth, Home and Common Speech. From dVerse: Today’s challenge is to search for a new poem, uniquely you — using the words you might say to a neighbor or friend, keeping it familiar and seeking to make it distinctly you, about you, in your vernacular. I think by now you know to post your poem on your blog, copy that blog link below on Mr. Linky, read and comment on your fellow poets and enjoy.

This is my take on the challenge. Hope you enjoy! Head on over to read some great poets and, what the heck, make one of your own and join in the fun.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn



dVerse Open Link Night #126: Friend and Foe

the chill bites

clawing, rending

weather is easy

reality is hard


she waves, laughing

old foe

necessity’s reward

temptress of great and meek


despise her

curse her hold

she cares not

for she knows


greedy hands grasp

dirty hands beg

little hands whine

all for her


she flits through all

disappearing when needed

appearing unexpectedly

we strive for her touch


at life’s end

she refuses to come

instead, moves on

to our future


she whispers false truths

of love, acceptance

excuse me

I have to get paid


This is for dVerse Open Link. I am not a poet, so I will leave it to my readers to judge the merits of my work (which I do with everything else, although with that I have some small clue 😉 ). This time of year, while generally happy and filled with family for most, can also be marred by the rampant consumerism and the substitute of material goods for actual emotion. No judgement, just observation, for I am just as guilty as anyone and more guilty than some.

Head on over to dVerse and read some great poets. Create one and join in!

Hope you enjoy and reminisce with the O’Jays!

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn




dVerse: Mad As A Hatter and March Hare

Felt and fumes all day long-both bending and twisting

    A god and                                                                  planet play

     10 shilling                                                                  half-guinea

cover up                                                                   time’s wrath

6:00! Now                                                               and forever

 March Hare                                                            straw bonnet

            Did you ever wonder about madness? Come join us for tea. My name is Hatta.

My first attempt at writing a poem for dVerse. Poetry is not my usual medium, as my attempt most likely points out quite painfully. But I started writing to challenge myself, not find myself stuck in a rut, so here I am. Comments and critiques are more than welcome.

This weeks challenge is to choose between two topics: Alice in Wonderland (or one of it’s characters) or Advent. See here for more on the rules.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn