Weekly Photo Challenge: Life Imitating Art


This was taken on the streets of Manhattan, don’t remember where, or the name of the artist.  It’s referred to as an ‘art instillation’.  Every now and then you run across one of these by various artists. It’s always a show.

I guess the art imitating life part of this is this bird has a red rose in its beak.

Happy Valentine’s Day. :)


Pat R






Poetry challenge #17: Shadorma

This week I am joining Jane Dougherty over at janedougherty.wordpress.com in composing a shadorma (my first). These are the guidelines for the poem _

The prompt is the photo above and Jane writes:

“It’s trees, and there’s an atmospheric picture to inspire you. To refresh the memory, a shadorma is a six line stanza (or a whole string of them if you feel like it) in a syllable pattern of”

stark bare limbs
in ocean of fog
stand in still
water molecules afloat
paints an impression

Pat R


For other entries and to participate follow link below

Jane Dougherty Writes

Echoes of my Neighborhood

I am participating in Echoes of my Neighborhood put on by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha  over at


Every Thursday participants share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood.



This the door to the elevator in the lobby of SUNY School of Optometry on 42nd St. The surroundings are spanking new, but they kept the doors! Amen!!


Unfortunately my garbage cans/receptacles look nothing like thus. Too spiffy! Only in Bryant Park…



Yep, I did the crazy..taking a picture while in the middle of the street..these were in the Time Square area


This is a delivery truck, very retro. I saw this for the first time on wednesday. One in Manhattan and one in Brooklyn


This is my neighbors yard, the only patch of snow still around.


Echoes of my Neighborhood:

Pat R


Winter Winds


winter winds rushing

through bare branches – miss

the rustle of leaves



winter winds rushing

through bare branches miss

whispering to the leaves

Pat R


For Carpe Diem Haiku Prompt

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Carpe Diem Haiku


time slows some
eyes lock mesmerized
damn damn damn!

we tried tucking love in place –
it belonged to someone else

Pat R


[…] “All men and all women are connected by an energy which many people call love, but which is, in fact, the raw material from which the universe was built. This energy cannot be manipulated, it leads us gently forward, it contains all we have to learn in this life. If we try to make it go in the direction we want, we end up desperate, frustrated, disillusioned, because that energy is free and wild.
We could spend the rest of our life saying that we love such a person or thing, when the truth is that we are merely suffering because, instead of accepting love’s strength, we are trying to diminish it so that it fits the world in which we imagine we live”. […]

(Source: The Zahir by Paulo Coelho).

For Carpe Diem Haiku