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”

THANKS & FAMILY

thanks for family
the ultimate belonging
till we are no more

&

being grateful for kin
the ultimate belonging
till we are no more

Pat R

11/25/17

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: Family & Thanks ( using synonyms)

 

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

 

Remembrance Cherita

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And so it was

This stern unrelenting soul
That did things his way

Blowing in the wind
Free at last
Ashes to ashes

Pat R

11/15/17

For Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

&

For Carpe Diem Haiku where the challenge is to write a poem (usually not a cherita) inspired by verse below. For further reading on that prompt go here.

 

Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn
My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn:
And Lip to Lip it murmured – “While you live
Drink ! – for once dead you never shall return.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

Imagination

Photo (not mine) is prompt

purple flowers
celebrate a life well lived –
regal stance
surrounded by family
holds little creatures within

Pat R

9/10/17

For Carpe Diem Haiku: Imagination

#Daily Haiku Challenge

Lavish – #DailyHaikuChallenge

Warm & Cheer

Photo, this was one day last week, the next day it was all gone:) Mother Nature!

full house, warm fire
sparks tall tales cheer and laughter
smell of all things good
family from far and wide
all drawn to the warmth of home

Pat R

12/21/16

#Tuesday Tanka

Harvest & Moon

a huge harvest moon
low in crisp clear autumn sky..
the smell of apples

brown sugar and cinnamon
a family gathering

Pat R

9/27/16

Poets.org gives the definition and the rules for the writing of a Tanka. Please note the following from the site:

“In many ways, the tanka resembles the sonnet, certainly in terms of treatment of the subject. Like the sonnet, the tanka employs a turn, known as a pivotal image, which marks the transition from the examination of an image to the examination of the personal response. This turn is located within the third line, connecting thekami-no-ku, or upper poem, with the shimo-no-ku, or lower poem.”

For Silver Threading on Tanka Tuesday