This Fight

in this fight
the bright treads lightly
sparing fools

enlightment a causualty
as ad hoc plans breeds havoc
vindictiveness clings to its perch

Pat R

4/01/20

For Eugi’s Weekly Challenge where the prompt is Enlightenment

For Ronovan Writes Weekly Prompt where the words are Bright & Fight

 

Butterfly Cinquain

wp-1585724042451.jpgit’s spring
the sprint is on
peony shoots rise up
garden is coming alive, now
nature
bold in its infinite wonder
flaunting its ugly side
agile microbe –
a plague

Pat R

3/31/20

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the Specific Form this time around is a cinquain

Butterfly cinquain:-
a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two.

 

Distant

A moving poem by Tanya Cliff in this time of uncertainty. Thank you Tanya.

Pat

Distant…

Hands long for the warmth of flesh
to touch
to hold
to love

The torn social fabric

Covers our mouths

Shielding us

From

Each

Other

This day, too, shall pass—
it always does—
not fast enough for most,
far too quickly for some…

We Mourn

Like doves, tossed in the storm,
Like sheep, led to the slaughter,
Like lone wolves…

Distant…

We howl at the insensitive moon.

It waxes.

It wanes.

It cycles.

We will sort through the carnage—
we always do—
and comfort each other
touch
hold
love
And mend the social fabric
Breathe the fresh air
And Celebrate…

a

…pandemic, DISTANT

©️2020 Tanya Cliff

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Ring-A-Ring-O-Roses!

wp-1585500268612.jpgI think it’s safe to say not enough is known about the corona virus. Is it airborne or contact or is it both? Also, it feels like there is a true “Typhoid Mary” element to this.
Does the strategies to contain this carry a hint of “ring a ring o roses, pocket full of posies…”?

We are flailing in the wind. There are believers and non believers. As the politicians do battle, argue, verbally assault each other – it does what it does. Kill people!

indiscrimate
pestilence on a rampage –
ring-a-ring-o-roses

Pat R

3/29/20

A senryu for Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge where the focus is the Corona Virus Go here to participate ir just to do some reading.

 

 

Imaginary

My daughter is an only child. She often played alone. As a child, her toys would be out. And she would be having these conversations with her dolls. Or, so I thought. I learned that the ‘person’ she had been talking to had a name. His name was Michael, her maginary friend. While this was happening I attributed it to being a normal part of childhood development. My mother, however, was alarmed.

She is older now. She describes him as having had dirty blonde hair, always wore shorts and always carried a blanket around. A security blanket I imagine. That’s when they were both little.

Not so very long ago he visited her in a dream. This was when she was in her late twenties, she said. Two old friends who hadn’t see each other in a good while. To the point of almost not recognizing each other. But they did. He recognized her first, with ” Don’t you recognize me?”. They hugged, talked about life and about college. This was when I chimed in, “What college?”. I’m thinking this kid has got to be on the face of this earth somewhere. And it’s time to start digging through college year books!

 

imaginary friends
play through a crack in time
a gift from the universe
at the behest of ancestors, or
are such episodes walking the path of fate

Pat R

3/27/20

A haibun Gogyohka ( if there is such a thing) for V.Js Weekly Challenge where the prompt word is “Imaginary”.

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