Coconut Drops

As the coconuts roll around in the cart
Their shells clunking together took me back to younger days

The smell of coconut boiling with brown sugar and ginger is everywhere
For the whole day it seems
In the end, a crunchy treat from childhood

Pat R

12/05/17

A Quadrille is the challenge over at dVerse Poets Pub today, with the use of the word ‘Crunch’.

https://dversepoets.com/2017/12/04/quadrille-46/

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THANKS & FAMILY

thanks for family
the ultimate belonging
till we are no more

&

being grateful for kin
the ultimate belonging
till we are no more

Pat R

11/25/17

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: Family & Thanks ( using synonyms)

 

Butterfly

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The things we do on our own as kids, is at times amazing. And sometimes, if we’re lucky, it stays with us.

I don’t even remember how old I was. But I remember the lesson in school had been about caterpillars turning to butterflies. There had always been caterpillars on the bush behind our house. So, I set out to observe this up close. I caught a caterpillar off a leaf. I started by putting it in a cardboard box. But I couldn’t see anything because he kept hiding under the leaves I’d put in with him. Then, I moved it to a jar with holes in the lid that I’d put in with a nail. Afterall, a caterpillar had to breathe.

I was the first one up at twilight to see what was going on in that jar. I watched it change from a caterpillar, to a chrysalis, to a butterfly.
Then It was time to set it free. Watching that butterfly fly away made me feel like a proud parent. The odd thing was, I felt no sadness seeing it go. Just a sense of wonder every time. What it must feel like to have wings to fly…

a transformation
then a butterfly emerge
humble beginnings

to most delicate beauty
I watch my next life unfold

Pat R

11/23/17

For dVerse Poets Pub
Where Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting Poetics. To read more on the prompt go here. I went a little sideways on the prompt though☺☺

&

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

 

Haibun Monday @dVerse Poets

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On the rural route up to the mountains there’s much to see. Horses grazing in fields, and farm houses with red barns and silohs. It’s really like driving through a postcard setting. I’ve seen crows on the side of the road picking at a carcass, and a majestic eagle soar from it high perch keeping an eye on them. But, I’ve yet to see a snow owl. Their domain is the dark of night, while the earth sleeps under a blanket of snow. Though I’ve not seen them, they might have seen me. When the snow on the ground makes light the night. And I slip out onto the porch into the arms of the night. So, I wait for that someday when I get to experience seeing or hearing a snow owl. Till then they live in my imagination.

a hoot here, then there
in the shadows of the moon –
snow owl’s made a match

Pat R

11/13/17

For

Fukuroo–Who? Who? Who? dVerse Haibun Monday

 

Haibun

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*Photo

Waves of fallen leaves
Being chased by autumn gust
A moving quilt
Twin maples now stand naked
Undressed for fall
No doubt undergoing their
Syrup making phase
It is the oddest thing still,
to get a whiff of maple syrup
Untouched by humans come spring
After these many years,
This amazes me still

blue smoke curls
around burning log
telling tales

Pat R

1/12/17

For

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

* Photo of a wall of a building Downtown Brooklyn painted mat black and the artist add these doodles. The whole facade, top to bottom, looks like scribbling on chalk board. But this is far from temporary. Fascinating! !

 

Worries

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at daybreak
worries drowned in wine
come back to life

2

rising
with the sun,
morning glory –
regrets on hold

Pat R

11/11/17

 

Pat R

 

11/10/17

For
#Carpe Diem Haiku Kai : Past Regrets, Future Fears

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Thotpurge Micropoetry Month Day 11