Cherish

I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.

Even for those immeasurably flawed.

I know enough of the world to recognize I know nothing about why I am.

The inkling that flits through my consciousness from time to time says that cherishing the next breath, is the only moment of any consequence.

Worldly goods are just that..worldly.

They will still be such way after my time has come, and the worms are having their way with me.

Or, if I were bold enough, long after I’ve been scattered to the wind.

Pat

3/17/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where Merril is hosting and the prompt is to include the lines below in a piece of prose.

“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”

For further reading of other entries it to participate go here

Prosery: Possibilities

Awry!!

the world is upside down

what the hell is going on

your drawers is showing

your junk is exposed

nobody wants to see that part of you

put your junk back under cover

what makes your shit more important than everybody elses

what makes your cockeyed opinion more important than everybody elses

everybody has those

so stop doing crazy shit trying to put yours front and center

and get over yourself!!!!

Pat R

10/14/20

“I Love You”s

She is not one to say it often. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe she doesn’t know how, never learned how. Maybe she’s just not good at it.

My mom has been on her own, for the most part since she was thirteen. Her mom died one morning as she was readying her daughters for school.
I’m thinking since then, she has had issues with god / creator for letting such a catastrope befall her and her younger sister.

Some things trickle down, whether it was meant to or not.

I am no good at love. Most times leave me feeling like a lunatic, if not acting like one.

But, I keep an open heart. Even so, “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.” I guess in a cock-eyed sorta of way, I believe in love.

Pat R

3/17/20

Over at dVerse Poets Pub the prompt is to write prose (keeping it tight at no more than 144 words) and to include the line below:-
“I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”

https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/16/prosery-surprised-or-not/

Standing Up

It was mid morning on a weekday.
I was working in my garden.
Doing battle, was more like it.
This unruly patch is the only green in this row of yards.
The grape is tangled with the honeysuckle.
Lina’s broom is on a surge for the sun while stiffling the lavendar.
When far away an interrupted cry.
It was the voice of a woman. I could hear the blows landing, and the rebuke with each blow. This, even after she had stopped crying out. A man’s voice, full of rage, blaming her for it all. She refused to give him the satisfaction of crying anymore.
He kept hitting her.
I couldn’t figure out which house this was coming from.
I felt helpless, pissed off and horrified all at once
Then there was a gurgly scream from him
Followed by silence.

Pat R

6/12/19

For dVerse poets prosery #1, word limit 144 words max and include this line
“…when far away an interrupted cry..”

This prosey contains 140 words..I think.

Stop over and do some reading, or even participate here.

Prosery #1

Embers – A Cherita

I am sure this will be well worth the read. Again, Congratulations!

Reading Pleasure

Coming out soon!!!

Sunset

sunset

under its
fading glow

I yearn to rekindle
the embers
that is us

© Celestine Nudanu

19/03/18

 

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Short & Sexy

Photo: Classic Love Poems edited by Max Morris

short, sexy
a stolen moment –
passion’s web

Pat R

11/14/17

For Ronovan Writes Haiku

 

A Cherita

city birds

perch on
electric wires

like unfinished
notes to our
love song

Pat R

11/14/17

For Thotpurge

 

Haibun Monday @dVerse Poets

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

 

Haibun

*Photo

Waves of fallen leaves
Being chased by autumn gust
A moving quilt
Twin maples now stand naked
Undressed for fall
No doubt undergoing their
Syrup making phase
It is the oddest thing still,
to get a whiff of maple syrup
Untouched by humans come spring
After these many years,
This amazes me still

blue smoke curls
around burning log
telling tales

Pat R

1/12/17

For

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

* Photo of a wall of a building Downtown Brooklyn painted mat black and the artist add these doodles. The whole facade, top to bottom, looks like scribbling on chalk board. But this is far from temporary. Fascinating! !

 

Worries

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