#Wordless Wednesday

Pat R

 

Breeze

 

in its wake
the whisper of leaves –
autumn breeze

 

Pat R

11/25/17

Haiku Hirizons: Breeze

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Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

 

THANKS & FAMILY

thanks for family
the ultimate belonging
till we are no more

&

being grateful for kin
the ultimate belonging
till we are no more

Pat R

11/25/17

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: Family & Thanks ( using synonyms)

 

Broken & Over

 

small broken branches
follow fallen leaves to earth
winter prep over

Pat R

11/25/17

For Ronovan Writes Haiku

 

Swing

On Swaying skyward
Toes brush leaves at tops of tree
Old school hillside swing

Pat R

11/24/17

For

Haiku Horizons

 

Colorless Sky

 

a colorless sky –
lots of crows on bare branches
replace autumn leaves

what attributes did they bring
maybe the winter will tell

Pat R

11/20/17

For Thotpurge Micropoetty Month

Weekly Photo Challenge: Transformation

 

 

Butterfly

The things we do on our own as kids, is at times amazing. And sometimes, if we’re lucky, it stays with us.

I don’t even remember how old I was. But I remember the lesson in school had been about caterpillars turning to butterflies. There had always been caterpillars on the bush behind our house. So, I set out to observe this up close. I caught a caterpillar off a leaf. I started by putting it in a cardboard box. But I couldn’t see anything because he kept hiding under the leaves I’d put in with him. Then, I moved it to a jar with holes in the lid that I’d put in with a nail. Afterall, a caterpillar had to breathe.

I was the first one up at twilight to see what was going on in that jar. I watched it change from a caterpillar, to a chrysalis, to a butterfly.
Then It was time to set it free. Watching that butterfly fly away made me feel like a proud parent. The odd thing was, I felt no sadness seeing it go. Just a sense of wonder every time. What it must feel like to have wings to fly…

a transformation
then a butterfly emerge
humble beginnings

to most delicate beauty
I watch my next life unfold

Pat R

11/23/17

For dVerse Poets Pub
Where Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting Poetics. To read more on the prompt go here. I went a little sideways on the prompt though☺☺

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Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

 

#Wordless Wednesday #Transformation

 

Pat R

DP Weekly Photo Challenge: Transformation

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/transformation/

A Remembrance

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

 

Quadrille – Journey

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