Lineage

from the shoulders of ancestors, our elders tell their truths

incidentally – with purpose, without judgement

giving voice to a history

awash in wisdom –

this oral narrative

this homage to lineage –

the unheralded wind beneath all of our wings

unvarnished, at times colorful truths

as we gather together on this day

Pat

11/18/22

A passing-

without warning

this unexpected loss –

an early december

This was read at the eulogy today. I am not sure if this belonged to the person who read it or if it was borrowed. In any case, it was fitting:-

“laugh when you can

cry when you must

apologize when you should and change the sphere of life if you will

dream big

take risks

study life’s plays feverishly

make the play

score the goal

volunteer your time

mend broken hearts

fall down but get up and learn from your mistakes

live life on purpose for a purpose and with purpose each and every day”

2/07/1958 – 10/31/2022

Pat

11/12/22

Giggly Swirl

at the whim of morning winds

fallen leaves in giggly swirl

splashes of color then move

in a lazy sway

Pat

11/10/22

Saw this on my morning walk.

This week over at Word Craft A Specific Form..A Kouta..a new form to me. It is a syllabic, variable odd numbered syllable lengths, the most common patterns are written in lines of alternating 7-5-7-5 syllables or 7-7-7-5 syllables. 

To read more about it over at Colleens go here

https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/11/08/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-297-11-8-2022-specificform-kouta/

Renewal

such eye catchers –

colorful autumn leaves stir thoughts

of earths renewal

Pat

11/07/22

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Catcher & Thought. To participate or just read go here

https://ronovanwrites.com/2022/11/07/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-435-catcher-and-thought/

Haibun Monday – Talking Soup

When I was growing up, each day of the week had its own menu. Sunday was beef, wednesday was stewed (red) peas, friday was fish and saturday was soup day.

The different types of soup sounds a little nuts, but they were good. There was beef, cow cod (don’t ask), fish head, cow foot, goat head, red peas, split peas and chicken soup. Red peas soup was my favorite.

That thing was a meal. My mom would let us ‘help’ by passing the vegetables which were carrots, celery, turnips, yellow yam, potatoes, and dumplings. We all wanted to help make the dumplings. A soup without dumplings was just not a good soup in our house. Then, of course, there were the spices – salt, scallions, thyme, garlic and pimento seeds (Allspice).

These soups brought a healing touch to every part of our insides. You could smell it from everywhere! It was fuel, it was filling, it was love.

through this autumn gray

memory from childhood wafts in –

soup day, saturday

Pat

10/25/22

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “soup”. The host for Haibun Monday today is Mish. To participate or just read go here

Moons of Autumn – Troiku

hidden agenda,

a full moon’s

rising tides

a full moon’s

signaling of the harvest –

a rice drying moon

hidden agenda

of migrating moon light –

lighting the way

rising tides

under falling leaves moon –

change is coming

Who knew the moons of October had so many different names:

Rice Drying Moon, Migrating Moon & Falling Leaves Moon.

This is a Troiku based on an older poem of mine.

The Troiku is a form created by Chèvrefeuille at 

https://carpediemtroikuworld.blogspot.com/2015/10/welcome.html

Bells – Quadrille

the bell tolls

folks trudge in

engage in talks with god

she doesn’t go anymore

when he opens that floodgate, there are way too many tears

no more big digs into her soul

no – she doesn’t go anymore

especially not when the bell tolls

Pat

10/18/22

Kim is hosting at dVerse where the prompt word is “Bell”. To read more or participate go here

Autumn Quilt – A Shadorma

warm colors

wrapped in autumns chill

leaves flutter

then drizzle

under this mid morning sun

a shimmering quilt

Pat

10/17/22

The Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. When writing a Shadorma, I would concentrate on a specific subject. Shadorma need a title.