Journey Ends

Muddled message
A memory here, a thought there
The very unexpected reference
by the most unlikely aquaintance
Your unmistakable energy
set out in the universe
Telepathy by unusual means
A fluffy white feathers delicate landing
on my windshield
A final message
A journey ends

Pat R

5/08/18

For Quadrille ( a 44 word poem) night at dVerse Poets Pub with the use of the word Muddle

Quadrille #56 – Muddle up that Muse

Last Day

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cloud of crows
blacken winter sky –
his last day

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huge cloud of ravens
has blacken late winter sky –
ashes to ashes

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Pat R

1/27/18

For Frank Tassone  Weekly Haikai Challenge

&

Weekly Photo Challenge: Variations on a Theme

 

A Remembrance

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It is an odd thing indeed
No anniversary words
No celebratory ones either
No collective remembering
No mourning
Not out loud, at least

Though we do not speak of him
He makes his presence felt
I find myself speaking to him
Recalling some event with him
As if he was still right there

The feeling that I bumped him
With the refrigerator door
He’s following me too closely in the kitchen
My sudden yen for liver and fry dumplings
Followed by my words, “remember how you used to like liver and fry dumplings”
Then I caught myself,
remembering that he’s not here

Maybe this thing I’m feeling
that nobody is speaking
Is really not the case
Maybe you just come and go
Stepping in and out of demensions
Conversing, poking individual memories
Which is rememberance just the same

A stout micropoem for myself for Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

Autumn Blues

 

It has been a strange eight days mired in joy, anxiety, stress and sadness.

Two home-goings, one way before his time. An ambitious young man, twenty two years old, on a new journey to law school. Now, a journey diverted, a soul called home. Leaving a mother grief stricken and numb.

The other, of her time. She had lived some life.

In between these, was a wedding in a most peaceful setting in the mountains. This odd mix of joy and sorrow came in threes.

short goodbyes –
lurking in cool air
autumn blues

Pat R
8/31/17

Bedside Vigilance

BLEEDING HEARTS

bedside vigilance
time moving forward unphased
shift in my universe

PR

8/09/15

Inspired by

bedside vigilance
the scarf she never finished
slowly unravels

© Lolly

For further reading and other responses follow link

 http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/08/carpe-diem-special-160-lollys-2nd.html?m=1

BIAS

BIAS

Bias ingrained

Hearts and minds indelibly inked

A disconnect from statues in place

Black life don’t matter

Those charged with upholding

guided by inked hearts and minds

Modern day linching

No, he was not 22 he was only 12

He was reaching for license and

 registration

Yes, He’s got a smart mouth he

shouldn’t have to pay with his life

One step forward 5 steps backward

Sad, sad times that should no longer be

PR

12/08/14