It takes me a while
to forgive – I’m broken that way.
Pat R
For Linda’s One Liner Wednesdays
#1linerWeds
Category Archives: free verse poetry
Madness
family gathering –
lurking among the spirits
of ancestors
hint of madness
Pat R
1/05/19
Abuse
She was confused
At to what
Fed the monster
Within him
Fist to flesh
Was always
her fault
She hid fact
That the love
Of her life was
Beating her
The makeup wasn’t
Working anymore
Hidden
Amidst red roses
The longest thorns
Pat R
11/09/17
It’s Micropoetry Month over at Thotpurge poetry where our host Rajani writes:
“Kim M Russell, who blogs at ‘Writing in North Norfolk’, wrote a powerful poem a couple of days ago about the horror of domestic abuse. A chilling, wonderfully written poem, wrapped in a fairy tale, that you can read here.
I ask you to add your voice to hers. Find words and lines and verses against all kinds of domestic abuse, words that together will become a roar.”
For Kim”s poem go here
Lookin’ up!…2
Photo Credit: ESA/Hubble; Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA/ESA
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?
An open eye
Amidst the big picture
If only we could
see what you see
Pat R
11/08/17
For
dVerse poets
&
Family Gatherings
A Fibonacci Poem*
Cold
Days
Looking
Forward to
All the holidays
All the family gatherings
Travelling long distances is a part of it all
We gather to renew meaning of family through food fellowship and arguments
It’s when the ‘black sheep’ of the family rise to the occasion the star of the ensuing chaos we grumble rumble and love them still
Calm returns and you no longer wonder why you come to these things thoughts return to story-telling by elders reminiscing on tales from long ago new memories and being grateful for family, even the crazy ones
Pat R
11/05/2017
For Thotpurge Micropoetry Month Day 5
*A Fibonacci Poem has 10 lines with 55 syllables on the last line! Kind of a hefty micropoetey, I say.
The number of syllables in each line follows the Fibonacci sequence (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55…)!
Monsters
Over at dVerse Poets, Björn is talking monsters. We should come up with a poem with voice of the monster that scare us the most.
In my case, I can’t put a name on it because:-
I don’t believe in monsters
Never did
I don’t watch scary movies
Never did
They seep into my consciousness
Always did
They run around in my dreams
The monsters do
I don’t believe in monsters
Never did?
Pat R
11/01/17
Rapture
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 2nd go round:)
you make perfect the present
thought feeling soul sense
you around me
beneath me
above me
you love me!
we clutch at the core
cheeks burn
arms open
eyes shut
and lips meet!
10/27/17
Erasure poem from:
NOW
Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it,—so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present,—condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense—
Merged in a moment which gives me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me—
Me—sure that despite of time future, time past,—
This tick of our life-time’s one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet—
The moment eternal—just that and no more—
When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!
By Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)
For dVerse
&
Magnetic Poetry
A MURMUR
vines warm to fall colors
withered leaves wander in breeze
summer now a murmur in the rustle
Pat R
10/23/16
DEVOTION
dancing
under night sky
to love songs
all is light in the universe
morning blooms has wings
quiet devotion
Pat R
10/21/16
You may recognise this one, it is the original from which I created the haiku “Morning Blooms”.
This is in response to a prompt for Elusive Trope @ Specks and Fragments.
The prompt/quote: A Chorus Line
“The plot thickens. The chorus speaks.”
– Herbert Blau
Well, I don’t know if any could quailfy as a “chorus”, but here they are. Maybe ‘A Murmur’.
A facinating concept for this prompt though. It had me digging into Herbert Blau, an interesting fellow:)
#MPSC, magnetic poetry saturday
Dazzled
as I blush with longing
a ghost of a smile lingers
in his smokey eyes
dazzled
it’s hard to breathe
Aah! this rhythm of my heart
Pat R
9/11/16
For
Magnetic Poetry Saturday
by Elusive Trope
at Specks and Fragments
Tears
The painting (charcoal drawing actually) is by Odilon Redon, entitled ‘Tears’.
Tears, horizon, fly, hue, stealing. (Words for use in the prompt, along with the picture)
setting sun on the horizon
brings with it a hue that can
only be described as magical
as a flock of birds fly across
this kaleidoscope sky their
silhouettes chasing the sun
a family homeward bound
stirs this sense of longing
that creeps upon me silently
stealing my joy bringing me to this
unexplained place of tears
Pat R
5/04/16
….I know, I said the same thing on my reread at the end…
I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours:)
For Jane Dougherty Writes
https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/05/04/poetry-challenge-29-tears/
thoughts and entanglements 
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