autumn hues –
splash of color
chasing the blues
Pat R
10/17/17
&
delicate snowflakes
in whirl like falling blossoms
quick perch on my lips
left the touch of a cool kiss
charm of one winter memory
Pat R
1/24/17
For
#FIERYVERSE #poem
&
#Tanka Tuesday : Charm & Touch
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
furry stems
of pussy willows
edge of spring
Pat R
1/14/16
This month at Carpe Diem Haiku we’re working on kigo ( season) words. That is, words that in this form of poetry is referring to the time of year. For today the words are Neko Yanagi (pussy willow). The kigo words for january are for a more spring-like time, though it is still of winter. The longing for spring is taking over.
For Carpe Diem Haiku
his first months of life were spent in a shoe box
in the top dresser drawer wrapped in
a very warm blanket
poor folks incubator
fed with a dropper the midwife offered
very little chance for survival
his momma named him
Chance
from a fragile start
he weathered the storms of life
grew into an oak
PR
12/07/15
For RonovanWrites
A combination of a freeverse poem summed up by a haiku
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