seasons go by in a haze
now autumn’s upon us
locked in fond reflections
the times of our life
Pat R
4/17/16
seasons go by in a haze
now autumn’s upon us
locked in fond reflections
the times of our life
Pat R
4/17/16
Photo: Taken at the Atlantic Antic Street fair, don’t know if they know each other but they do look good together 🙂
On his own / At thirteen a runaway
After passing of his mom / One true love gone
Childhood ceased / No longer belonging
There was no love in their eyes / He was fit only for labor
He made his way to town / Because no one cared
He surprised an older cousin/ This cousin looked out for him
He lived hand to mouth / Till he was seventeen
Then he met my mom / he met a girl of similar fate
She had just come to town / She too was fleeing hardship
These two wanderers made a life together / She had found her anchor
Pat R
4/03/16
Today is make up day and also a three for one day, also twist and turn day (prompt transfer day..Family Portrait was the prompt for Day 2 at NoPoWriMo).
This is for NaPoWriMo, A to Z Challenge ..I missed the letter …A, and Cleave Poem over at JaneDoughertyWrites.com. This is one of the coolest form of poetry I’ve come across. Thanks Jane:) for the introduction.
“A cleave poem is in two halves, two separate poems, one on the left, one on the right, but that make a single poem when you read them together. It sounds tricky…and it is. BUT there are no rhymes, no rhythms and no set length..”
For the amazing list of well over 1000 poets go here:
A to Z Challenge participants list
The is a wetland area in my neighborhood in Brooklyn.
It’s fully under the spell of winter
Exhibiting a different kind of beauty I had not noticed until now.
PR
1/02/15
BIAS
Bias ingrained
Hearts and minds indelibly inked
A disconnect from statues in place
Black life don’t matter
Those charged with upholding
guided by inked hearts and minds
Modern day linching
No, he was not 22 he was only 12
He was reaching for license and
registration
Yes, He’s got a smart mouth he
shouldn’t have to pay with his life
One step forward 5 steps backward
Sad, sad times that should no longer be
PR
12/08/14
At season’s end
Rides packed up for hibernation
Ocean hugs the shores without interruption free reign unto itself
Wistful wanderings along the boardwalk
Another season gone
Collars up locals snuggled in deep
Summer scarfs will no longer do
With Holloween in the wings
Fall has come to the beach
With the winter next in line
PR
10/28/14
Sleep
drifting off to dream
the sweetest of sleep
body surrenders in
visits to other worlds
waking with the blessing
of restfull sleep
worries handled in dreams
PR
10/27/14
http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/day-27-sleep-and-dreams.html?m=1
RAINY DAY MEMORIES
“Rain rain go away
come again another day “
Childhood rainy day taunts from the porch
Witnessing the first drink of parched earth and
the feeble dust rise
Smudged by more intense raindrops
eliciting the scent of rain
Being pelted by raindrops breaking
On my forehead banging off my skull
in the dash from the porch to race around
newly formed puddles
Strolling in a downpour feeling like a rebel
Envious stares ruled the afternoon
On arrival home mom was aghast
Didn’t catch my death ….
Leaves trembling in the move from dry to shiny
Dancing from the impact of raindrops at journeys end
Starved vegetation celebrate long awaited moisture
Rain rain go away
come again another day
PR
10/19/2014
http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/raindrops-on-my-windowpane-day-19.html
Photo credit: Valean R
Abandon
free from inhibition
she abandoned the peril
and embraced the freedom
of running downhill
arms flailing
she was all in
PR
10/18/14
This post is from a memory of running downhill on a gravel road!
http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-getting-creative.html
Avenues of Love
Love is forever
Our hearts beat as one
Your breath is my breath
Can’t live with you
Can’t live without you
I gave you my heart
Now I want it back
Two peas from completely different pods
I have lost my mind
Only you can help me find it
What was I thinking
Halfway is not forever
It didn’t feel like halfway
Who knows what love is?
It’s a crazy pheromone fog
That I live to delve into each day
I blame puck
PR
10/15/2014
http://www.octpowrimo.com/2014/10/poetry-prompts-writers-fully-writing.html