Nesting

 

img_20200325_142804It feels weird to even think this, let alone say it out loud. But I think the same set of birds that seem to live in my garden are back. A true sign of spring. They were here yesterday. They came back today. A gnarly bunch. A diverse bunch. Sparrows, red breasted robins, cardinal ( the red one with that funky head piece), and a green parakeet. That one I didn’t see.

The birds are back again today
This time, more than just one couple

She is still about the work of the day
Still locked in her nest building bubble

Pat R

3/26/20

No, I didn’t know all that about birds. I looked it up at The Cornell Lab – All About Birds. Very interesting site. It’s connected to Cornell University I think.

For dVerse Poets Pub where Frank Hubeny is hosting…the prompt is Couplets. My first time writing one of these. To read more about it, to see other entries or to participate go here

Magic

wp-1585097747929.jpgIn the black of night
I step out onto the porch, no light…

Stars are bright, moon’s out
adding to the magic of the night

Wonder how many others are
are finding this night just right

Counting stars enhances the magic of the night

Pat R

3/23/20

Tonight over at dVerse Poets Pub Linda is hosting Monday Quadrille (a 44 word poem invented at dVerse) and the prompt word is “Magic”. So stop by to read or to participate go here.

 

 

“I Love You”s

img_20200301_151305She 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/

Spring Quadrille

wp-15838029892313258349159139438206.jpgAs I look out at the garden, browns look back at me. Baby leaves everywhere are not yet big enough to hide the strewn of winter. The dry grass stir in the breeze.

twittering song 

born of lively worm hunt, and worm moon

Pat R

3/09/20 

For Quadrille Mondays (a 44 word poem invented at dVerse Poets Pub) where the prompt words is “Stir” 

&

Eugi’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is “Song”

&

Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haikai Challenge where the prompt is ” Super (Worm) Moon” 

Conversations

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She came to visit on a peaceful saturday evening. Meandering conversations about everyday things, morphed into events of childhood and upbringing.

The traumas and dramas, the love and conflicts. Families and their decisions made out of love, that is truly misunderstood by the young minds they were meant to  shield.
 
Then came reflections on this life changing sorrow. There are moments caught between heart-beats, that goes the way of time. There is no changing it. There is no revisiting it And its one true quality is that it is everlasting.

This was one of those moments. After the revelation it just hung in the air.

a mother’s grief –
in remembrance
through decades, she kept
the last T-shirt he wore,
bullet hole intact

Pat R

2/16/20

For dVerse Poets Pub where Kim is hosting and the phrase to be incorporated in the response is
” There are moments caught between heart-beats”

Nearly Spring

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This winter felt like a misnomer for most of the time. It has been marked with extraordinarily picturesque skies. Everytime I turned my camera skyward there was that little voice. Nature reminding me that at the very heart of such beauty, may be global warming.

As spring creeps in, I keep waiting for the charm of a proper snowfall. This unseasonably warm winter  seem to have fooled no one but me. The young leaves of the butterfly bush takes a stand. They look sturdy and healthy. They’re not going anywhere, despite their encounter with a transient snowfall. They’ve suffered no harm.

spring comes alive
plant pots at the garden’s edge
wore winter like clutter

Pat R

2/03/2020

Dverse Poets Pub where Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday and the prompt is “Spring”

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are “Charm & Harm”

For Eugenia’s Challenge where the prompt word is “Alive”

 

Belching Dragon

Wild fire roars through the hillside
Lick of flames releasing crumbling embers skyward like a belching dragon
With cinders on the fly furthering its cause

wild fire smoulders
flames refuse to be subduded –
nature’s wildest child

stoked by whipping winds fury
on insatible rampage

Pat R

1/13/20

For

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
 https://ronovanwrites.com/

& for dVerse Poets pub where the prompt word is, “Roar” for quadrille monday