Photo Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration

Over at dVerse poets are 4 photos taken by Hubble and we’re asked to choose 1 for your inspiration and write a poem.
What leap out of the photo you choose; or leap into it. How does it make you feel, think, believe?


Twinkling cosmic dust
Holding fast to their secrets
Wonder if they know our secrets too!
As a small speck within
I feel a wink from the Creator

Pat R






My Frazzled Heart

A challenge from Victoria over at dVerse is to write an erasure poem this is a form of poetry created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.
Here is my attempt.


give me back my heart
and take the rest
before I go
those wild eyes
never speak so well
woe, woe
I am gone
I cease to love thee

Pat R



This is where it came from and the link:

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, O, give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks’ blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love’s alternate joy and woe, woe,
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istambol,
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No! No!
Zóë mou, sas ágapo
(My life, I love thee)

By Lord Byron



Weekly Photo Challenge


I will forever be facinated by the way beads of water sit on a flower
how it holds it ..gently
in perfect form..patiently
until it no longer does
I often wonder
what type of bargain
they had in place
..and for how long
and who let go first

Pat R



P is for Poems


Poems – Where the heart speaks
and give glimpses of inner self
folded in prose, verse, rhymes, suttle nuances
And sometimes not

Poems – Take the soul out for a stroll
at times cloaked in metaphors
toyed with in rhymes, meters, stanzas
And sometimes not

Pat R


A to Z Challenge






Dragged out by the feet

Kicking and screaming

That’s how he came into this world

He has lived life like that ever since

Contentious, rambunctious, a ‘my way

is the only way outlook”

Age and lessons learned had little impact

He was who he  was

There was no changing this






He kept waiting for her to miss him. It has been a long wait.

Life without her has been free of  unconditional love, he had blown it.

Coming to him on her own would free his heart.

He waits; for him this was the only way to feel whole again.




IMG_5616 maui sunset


Again he waits and wonders
Mishandling time

Breaking the promise
Of not dawdling as though
Time was promised

Perspective was jarred
Dealt a blow
The dust has settled
Must now assume his space in it
Before ashes takes its turn




This poem is for Poets United Poetry Pantry.


The hollow of tree trunk
A known gateway for fairies
She paused in pouring rain
Awaiting their appearance

This is how they took a
Bath she knew it had to be
But each time she blinked
Only a ripple did she see

She knew ripples were from the raindrops

They were drawing the fairies’ bath
So there she stood patiently
Waiting to see what she came to see