#Wordless Wednesday: Spring

#Wordless Wednesdays

#DP Weekly Photo Challenge:Lines

 

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Hometown – Haibun

Taken off the Pier

 

There is an energy here in Brooklyn. Its palpable. People from Manhattan are moving across the Brooklyn Bridge in droves. Even with this latest surge, neighborhoods still feel like villages.
This is a place where a different neighborhoods can mean different cultures and flavors. Or, one of every restaurant can be found in the same neighborhood. But this can be said of all of NYC.

In my neighborhood, we are at the water’s edge. There is a pier, sunsets and sunrises are spectular here. We have a nature preserve which is sort of an inlet of the waters from the Atlantic Ocean. It hosts tall grass and different types of wildlife. I’ve seen seaguls, ergrets and mallards, a photographers paradise.

But the great thing about living here is that everything is at your fingertips. People come to NYC for museum visits, broadway shows and the sights. Mostly, we just go to work and go about our lives. But…it’s all at our fingertips should we choose to part take.

off the pier
nature mutes hustle –
seaguls soar

Pat R

2/06/18

For dVerse Poets Pub

 

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! !

 

Ode to Mountain Air

 

 

This mountain air
Grabs ahold of me
Mind and body
Feels lighter in this air

In this mountain air
Songs of the wind
In trees a more baudy chorus
In tumbling creek
Rivulets and gurgles
Dance their way
Into my consciousness
Calming me before I know

In this mountain air
A bird holds fast
To swaying branch
As wind ruffles his tail
A gust of wind
Has never been so vivid
My sleep is deep
Restoring my soul
In this mountain air

Pat R

11/10/17

For dVerse Poets Pub where the challenge is to write Odes, poem of praise.
Another first for me ☺☺

For dVerse Poets Pub

 

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Thorpurge. Micropoetry Month Day 10