end of season storm
sail boat tossed onto highway
nature’s at the helm –
the illusion of power
a human fraility
Pat R
11/30/20
Over at Colleens the theme prompt this month is “Illusion of Power”. To participate or read, go here
end of season storm
sail boat tossed onto highway
nature’s at the helm –
the illusion of power
a human fraility
Pat R
11/30/20
Over at Colleens the theme prompt this month is “Illusion of Power”. To participate or read, go here
last bloom of my red rose
undaunted by this cold wet day –
a steady autumn rain
Pat R
10/26/20
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge where the prompts are Bloom & Wet
A leaf for Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge. I think it’s called Dusty Miller. Very velvety to the touch and seem to strive this time of year.
Yeah! I looked it up, I can’t believe I remembered the name😊!!
Pat R
10/25/20
To participate or see other entries go here:
tainted rhetoric
tripping past loose lips as ploy
spawning disquiet –
the rabbit hole needs some light
how will this story be told?
Pat R
10/24/20
Synonyms Only challenge using the words “MOVE & MAKE” provided by David Ellis
I used Ploy & Spawn
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday To participate or to read entries go here.
wee ones afoot
the caldrons abrewing
scare them well-
cheesecloth ghost
Pat R
10/21/20
For Eugi’s Weekly poetry challenge where the prompt is “Ghost”. To participate or just to read other entries go here.
The consumed moon
frees itself creating shapes
with edges of pale yellow dreams.
Forming silhouettes with dim accuracy,
scrawling scenes right for rich imaginations,
poof of painted mirth.
On this night, in this sky
soothing in its quiet and beauty
solitudes wish fulfilled.
Pat R
10/20/20
For dVerse Poets Pub where I chose the following five “charms” of Samuel Greenberg as per instructions for the prompt where Laura Bloomsbury is hosting Poetics. We are looking at the poetry of Samuel Greenberg. To participate or read, go here.
The following are the words incorporated in my poem: Yellow dreams; Accuracy; Consumed moon; Painted mirth; Solitudes wish
They are from his poem “The pale Impromptu” by Samuel Greenberg.
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