Pat R
11/27/19
On Gatun Lake
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
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
&
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo), is our host this week on Quadrille Monday over at dVerse Poem. The challenge is to make sure the poem is precisely 44 words long, and literally contains some form of the word kick.
So here is mine, my first Quadrille
New curtains, throw pillows new spreads for the beds
Fruits been soaking
With this there’s no joking
In bath of red wine spiked for kick with
other kinds
Digging out Christmas Carols
job for brother Darryl
Meats highly seasoned
we’re set for Christmas Season
Pat R
11/07/17
It’s Monday over at dVerse poets. Haibun Monday. This week the topic is “kindness”. Pop over, have a read and join in from here.This is my entry.
I’m in the Victorian House enclave of Brooklyn. They’re filming a movie. So this usually means no parking spaces for mere mortals. I find a spot. I’m backing in and the guy behind me is opening his hood. I park and go about my business.
I come back to my car and there’s a ticket on it. I’m irritated. I don’t remember a parking meter. Damn!
This guy is where I left him. Only this time he has booster cables attached to his battery. Traffic is slow, yet no one stops I pullout and back up next to his car. I pop the hood of my car to the sound of blaring horns behind me. He turns the key in his ignition, the car starts. He gave me the biggest smile, thanking me perfusely. Then I noticed his small grand daughter in the car. Suddenly, I was no longer irritated.
in the shelter
of dried maple leaves
a seedling
Pat R
10/30/17
For
#OctPoWriMo
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
mournful notes
waft through autumn sky
soul searching on tenor sax
Pat R
10/29/17
Daily Prompt Gratitude
Photo by Julien Laurent via Unsplash
The photo is the prompt: a Raven
morsels for a raven –
dots in the universe
connecting
Pat R
10/26/17
For :
3 line tales (TLT) over at Only 100 Words
now ghouls and goblins
sport business suits as costumes –
life in eerie times
Pat R
10/25/17
Colleens Weekly Poetry Challenge: Eerie & Costume
cauldron of rhythms
bass, drums, wailing tenor sax –
jazz cacophony
summer night under the stars
soulful rhythms fill the air
Pat R
10/23/17
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