Autumn Tanka

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the yard and garden
laden with crunchy brown leaves
autumn settles in

my tree skipped color changes
but resistance is over

in the dark of night
a fierce autumn wind blew through
the yard is wind swept

lessening the musical
crunch of leaves on morning walks

Pat R

 

11/17/17

A pair of Tankas

For

Thotpurge Micro Poetry Month

&

Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub

 

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Rememberance Cherita

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And so it was

This stern unrelenting soul
That did things his way

Blowing in the wind
Free at last
Ashes to ashes

Pat R

11/15/17

For Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

&

For Carpe Diem Haiku where the challenge is to write a poem (usually not a cherita) inspired by verse below. For further reading on that prompt go here.

 

Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmured – “While you live
Drink ! – for once dead you never shall return.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

Gardenia Scent

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gardenia scent wafts
as we snuggle on the porch
under summer moon.

Pat R

11/15/17

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge Prompt : Smell & Cozy ( using synonyms).

 

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

 

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

&

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month Day 11

 

Abuse

She was confused
At to what
Fed the monster
Within him
Fist to flesh
Was always
her fault

She hid fact
That the love
Of her life was
Beating her
The makeup wasn’t
Working anymore

Hidden
Amidst red roses
The longest thorns

Pat R

11/09/17

It’s Micropoetry Month over at Thotpurge poetry where our host Rajani writes:

“Kim M Russell, who blogs at ‘Writing in North Norfolk’, wrote a powerful poem a couple of days ago about the horror of domestic abuse. A chilling, wonderfully written poem, wrapped in a fairy tale, that you can read here.

I ask you to add your voice to hers. Find words and lines and verses against all kinds of domestic abuse, words that together will become a roar.”

For Kim”s poem go here

 

Lookin’ up!…2

Photo Credit: ESA/Hubble; Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA/ESA

 

Over at dVerse poets are 4 photos taken by Hubble and we’re asked to choose 1 for your inspiration and write a poem.
What leap out of the photo you choose; or leap into it. How does it make you feel, think, believe?

An open eye
Amidst the big picture
If only we could
see what you see

Pat R

11/08/17

For

dVerse poets

&

Thotpurge