A Remembrance

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It is an odd thing indeed
No anniversary words
No celebratory ones either
No collective remembering
No mourning
Not out loud, at least

Though we do not speak of him
He makes his presence felt
I find myself speaking to him
Recalling some event with him
As if he was still right there

The feeling that I bumped him
With the refrigerator door
He’s following me too closely in the kitchen
My sudden yen for liver and fry dumplings
Followed by my words, “remember how you used to like liver and fry dumplings”
Then I caught myself,
remembering that he’s not here

Maybe this thing I’m feeling
that nobody is speaking
Is really not the case
Maybe you just come and go
Stepping in and out of demensions
Conversing, poking individual memories
Which is rememberance just the same

A stout micropoem for myself for Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

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Quadrille – Journey

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Today it’s Quadrille at dVerse, with Mish hosting. The poem has to have exactly 44 words. The word that has to be included in the poem is “rock”.

Colorful pebbles wash ashore
as waves deposit a cache that rocks the
colors of the rainbow

How far have you come?

And what dreams did you stir on those far away shores?

Did they too, see the rainbow at the tips of their toes?

Pat R

11/20/17

 

Tan Renga

The 2nd stanza given to create second Tan Renga:-

My attempt

flock of geese
a late departure –
boisterous © Pat R.

soft winter breeze cherishes
the last colorful leaves

© Chèvrefeuille

11/20/17

From our host:-

deep silence
the shrill of cicadas
seeps into rocks

© Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694)

soft winter breeze cherishes
the last colorful leaves

© Chèvrefeuille

For Carpe Diem Haiku

& For Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

 

 

Autumn Quatrain

The challenge today is to write a quatrain.
The beauty of the quatrain (4 lines with an AABA rhyme)
I’ve never written one before. But here goes:

Across the yard wind blown leaves frolic
As I revel in this autumn classic
They pick up speed going the other way
Swell of the russle adds art to graphics

Pat R

 

11/19/17

For

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

Autumn Tanka

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the yard and garden
laden with crunchy brown leaves
autumn settles in

my tree skipped color changes
but resistance is over

in the dark of night
a fierce autumn wind blew through
the yard is wind swept

lessening the musical
crunch of leaves on morning walks

Pat R

 

11/17/17

A pair of Tankas

For

Thotpurge Micro Poetry Month

&

Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub

 

Remembrance Cherita

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And so it was

This stern unrelenting soul
That did things his way

Blowing in the wind
Free at last
Ashes to ashes

Pat R

11/15/17

For Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

&

For Carpe Diem Haiku where the challenge is to write a poem (usually not a cherita) inspired by verse below. For further reading on that prompt go here.

 

Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmured – “While you live
Drink ! – for once dead you never shall return.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)