On this night, in this sky soothing in its quiet and beauty
solitudes wish fulfilled.
Pat R
10/20/20
For dVerse Poets Pub where I chose the following five “charms” of Samuel Greenberg as per instructions for the prompt where Laura Bloomsbury is hosting Poetics. We are looking at the poetry of Samuel Greenberg. To participate or read, go here.
The following are the words incorporated in my poem: Yellow dreams; Accuracy; Consumed moon; Painted mirth; Solitudes wish
They are from his poem “The pale Impromptu” by Samuel Greenberg.
Lately, there has been nothing to the days but gray. It looks like a brewing storm. But it would turn out to be a calm slate of gray that just lingers. This look is carried through to the nights.
My crystal ball can’t say how clear the night sky will be in the mountains. But I am really looking forward to getting out of the city just the same.
The plan is to leave at eight in the morning, so naturally we left at eleven. This is always the case. Especially when this is not going to be a day trip.
Pedestrians are walking over the Tappan Zee bridge walkway. This is a new addition. What an amazing view that must be. That, is going on my to do list.
Ongoing road works along the route is finally over. This makes for a more pleasant ride. Along the way, we pull over every now and then for photos of turning leaves.
In the mountains I look forward to gazing at a night sky that offers some rewards.
bathing in moonlight
on this clear autumn night
creekside stargazing
Pat R
9/29/20
For dVerse Poets Haibun Monday where the prompt is The Moon, and Frank is hosting. To participate or just read go here.
And for Eugi’s blog where the prompt is Crystal Ball
Like most homes with kids, bedtime meant stories. In our house, it was tall tales and ghost stories told by my dad.
Learning how to cast shadow puppets against the wall, and tales of shooting and twinkling stars were my favorites. Especially if we had just seen it from the varandah before bedtime. Then, there were the magical tales of the moon. Always the moon.
Ellie and Portia always wanted to know why did the cow jump over the moon? Also, what was the man in the moon doing while this was happening? To this my dad always had an answer, a different one everytime, and more fantastical than the last. Ellie and Portia would get really quiet. Those two – “…In their dreams they sleep with the moon… “
Pat R
9/15/20
For Prosery Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Merril where the rule is to use this line in your prose, no alterations, in no more that 144 words.
I was never really a particularly chatty person. I always had my nose in a book, and I could never abide foolishness much. I was more interested in capturing catapillars and watching them change. Looking back, It felt like even as a child I was an old soul.
This, coupled with parents who were always at each others throat didn’t leave much time for celebrations. Especially not of birthdays. I don’t remember ever having a birthday party when I was young. That was never a big thing at our house. There were more pressing needs.
I do remember it being a day of protest, or acting up on my part. Thinking on this day I was somehow immune. The problem was my mom didn’t much abide foolishness either. So usually with my acting up, I got the order to “go pick a switch”. Birthday or no birthday.
new butterfly soars
on the wings of summer wind –
the nature of change
Pat R
8/03/20
For dVerse Poets Pub where it is haibun monday and the prompt is “Birthday”.
Kim is hosting. Come do some reading or paticipate here.
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For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s where it’s Poet’s choice this week. Stop by and do some reading or join in here.
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
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