Burn

eternal –
this flame deep within
a slow burn

Pat R

4/26/27

https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2017/04/23/haiku-horizons-prompt-burn/

Security


This is on a window of a building that once was something else. Now it houses condos, I think. It’s Downtown Brooklyn.

This is an open security gate to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens

Fierce thorns on this plant. It’s own security.
Pat R

4/05/17

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

True Silence

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my inner voice
like remnants of an echo
thrives in true silence

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in the peaceful scenes
of the mountains silence reigns
melodious creek
and the wind in trees bring me
to a place of true silence

Pat R

3/18/17

For Carpe Diem Namasté The Spiritual Way #5 self consciousness
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Inspired by:

old barn
in the middle of the field
so desolate
a playground for the wind
deep silence of no where

(c) Chèvrefeuille

&

“…There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone. …”

(c) Thomas Hood

Also for https://booknvolume.com/2016/10/18/lavish-dailyhaikuchallenge/

Daily Prompt: In the Summertime

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/06/daily-prompt-in-the-summertime/

Daily Prompt: In the Summertime

….Fondest Memory of Summer Past

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GIRL’S DAY OUT

 

Summer in the city, driving in Manhattan we stopped at an intersection. Waiting among the throngs to cross was a gorgeous six foot four inch (trust me, I know 6ft 4in when I see it) Scotsman in full kilt regalia. Portia yells from the back,
“Hey baby! What you got under that skirt?”
“It’s a quilt you nut” , said Gwen
“Nooo! It’s a kilt”, Michelle chimed in.
Portia went on, “Don’t worry ’bout it, he knows what I’m talking about.
Look at that smile!”

By now most of the people at the intersection that was politely not staring at this hunk now had license to stare. And they were absorbing the interactions between all of the occupants of the car and this hunk of a man. He was blushing all over the place.
Yeah, he did turn crimson red. And that smile!! We all roared with laughter, even the passersby.

PR

 

4/06/2014