at nightfall
a sprinkling
of fireflies
Pat R
6/25/20
Linked to Open Link Night OLN over at dVerse Poet’s pub. Stop by and do some reading here or join in.
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New Moon –
In lockdown, bright sunny days are lures to resist.
The flush of spring was without fanfare, the blooms are on their own
No leisurely stroll under cherry blossoms this spring. Nature tips the scale.
a new moon
the earth feels tilted
up is down
Pat R
4/20/20
For Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge where the prompt is New Moon
&
dVerse Poets Pub where Mish is hosting Quadrille Monday (a 44 word poem) invented by dVerse. The prompt word this week us “Flush”. You can do some reading of join in here
Nesting
It 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
In 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
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/
Spring Quadrille
As 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”
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Eugi’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is “Song”
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Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haikai Challenge where the prompt is ” Super (Worm) Moon”
Conversations
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
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
Open Wound
This hillside is an open wound. The other side of the gorge is twice as high as the side where the house is. The creek at the bottom runs swiftly with the roar of a waterfall.
The earth have been giving way under the tall trees at the edge of this hill for a while now. It has become a game of sorts trying to guess which tree will succumb next. Especially after a persistent rain.
The kids delight in coming here. They never forget their super soaker water guns. In a desparate move we started adding grass seeds to the water, and telling them to point toward the hill. This feels hopeless.
A cow is screaming across the arroyo. Everything else wanders through here. Why not cows! I start toward the window – I wake up, entangled in the blanket.
Pat R
12/14/19
For dVerse poets pub
The line we are to use with our flash fiction of 144 words or less are:-
“A cow is screaming across the arroyo.”
