spooky is the night
all is on deck for the fright
come monsters take flight!
Pat R
10/30/17
For
Ronovan Writes Haiku: Spooky & Night
Category Archives: OctPoWriMo
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
10/27/17
……………
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
Ghouls
now ghouls and goblins
sport business suits as costumes –
life in eerie times
Pat R
10/25/17
Colleens Weekly Poetry Challenge: Eerie & Costume
Wrong & Touch
a touch of autumn –
pesky vines can do no wrong
splashing fall colors
Pat R
10/23/17
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
Wrong & Touch
Enigma
through child’s eye
caterpillar to butterfly
an enigma
Pat R
10/15/17
&
Nakedness
Red Leaf
one red leaf
brought by autumn wind
sits alone
at my door others scattered
farther still I pause beguiled
Pat R
10/08/17
&
Distilled from the Robert Frost (1874-1963) poem:
OCTOBER
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call.
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
(Source: http://www.poets.org)
Murky Pond
murky pond –
still, life stirs
lotus blooms
Pat R
10/16/16
Inspired by:
lotus viewing . . .
the flowering
within
© Kala Ramesh
blooming sunflowers
reaching for the early light of the sun –
birds praise their Creator
© Chèvrefeuille
Purple
The Sound of Red
the sound of your voice ignites
this hammering of my heart
leaves my lungs hungry for air
blood raging in my ears
passions afire
the sound of red
PR
10/03/15
I stepped outside of the prompt with this one:)
#FIERYVERSE
