I’m not remembering
what planted the seed
Maybe it was the repetition,
Everything three times
The bare bones of the vocabulary
was odd
Always seem to be searching trying to hang onto thoughts in flight
No one dared put words to such unsettling thoughts
Pat
5/04/21
At dVerse Poets Pub Merril is hosting Quadrille night, we’re using “seed” in a poem.
seagulls cry
soft coo of a dove
morning songs
Pat
5/02/21
tulips splayed
fallen petals here, there
slow goodbye
Pat
05/01/21
the lazy flutter
of a butterfly tucked in
the heart of a flower
summer in all its glory..
nature, about it business
Pat
4/30/21
For Eugi’s Weekly prompt …”Flutter”. To see other entries go here.
birds in a cage
outside on the porch –
illusion of freedom
Pat
Am linking to OLN (open link night) over at dVerse Poets Pub where the hist Mish asks us to share ONE poem. Stop by for a read, or to participate here
It is especially windy today, and a bit cold. It feels like a leftover winter day. The pear tree is up in arms. Limbs are being tossed about and there are blossoms everywhere. They are on the car, the steps, the yard next door, the sidewalk and the short japanese maple. It was weird seeing falling blossoms perch on the maple’s leaves, if only for a moment.
The toddler next door is in his front yard with his grandmother. I pause to watch him from the porch as I wave hello to the grandmother. Why are they even outside on a day like this, I wonder. Cabin fever perhaps.
He is fascinated and is trying to catch blossoms in midair. Of course, he never really catches any. Yet, at the present moment, he is very much in the present and there is fun to be had.
spring wind cuts a path
carpet of pear blossoms with
vanishing footprints..
Pat
4/26/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where Frank is hosting and the prompt is… ” the present moment”. To join in or just read go here
Please pass by the original post and let Michael know you stopped by🙂
when my granddaughter milli
painted her doll’s face black
we all yelled at her for it;
now, after thinking about it
she’s the only black child
in our entire community
now i understand
dammit
now i understand
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–photo by me
no more
redemption songs –
this centuries old dance
is exhausting
Pat
4/23/21
For Eugi’s prompt… Dance
For other entries or to participate go here
(not mine)
this ghostly remains
now a part of the landscape –
new life, as still life
Pat
4/21/21
For Colleens Tanka Tuesday where this week we are using this photo to write an Ekphrastic Poem. I kept it short.
Amidst decay, there can still be beauty as nature plays her part.
For other entries or to participate go here
Stomping through puddles
in my Sunday best
Sailing paper boats
in rain puddles.
Lessons on the smell of rain
“Smell that?”, she’d ask.
When the first plopping raindrops
hit parched soil.
Time taken for the little things,
never a bother
to my warrior mother.
Pat
4/19/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.
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