Standing Up

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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..”

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Prosery #1

Embers – A Cherita

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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

 

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

 

Haibun

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*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

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at daybreak
worries drowned in wine
come back to life

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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