Awry!!

the world is upside down

what the hell is going on

your draws is showing

your junk is exposed

nobody wants to see that part of you

put your junk back under cover

what makes your shit more important than everybody elses

what makes your cockeyed opinion more important than everybody elses

everybody has those

so stop doing crazy shit trying to put yours front and center

and get over yourself!!!!

Pat R

10/14/20

Maple

the tall maple is a shimmering yellow

the deep crunch beneath my feet

sounds mournful still

its twin to the left

was being gnawed at by rot

and had to be removed

since then I haven’t had the heart

to poach its sticky syrup

I will never forget the gasp escaping the earth

as huge sections of the trunk was felled

the house shook

Pat R

10/13/20

For dVerse Poets Pub… an interesting prompt this week where Sarah is hosting – Three little words. Stop by to read or participate here

My choice : Sticky. Left. Gasp

A Rainbow

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has claimed me
it snuggles in
displacing the thread of hope
I’ve been holding fast to
it flits in the breeze of the blues
swishing through my fingers
at every grasp

I force myself into the garden
it looks thirsty
I turn on the garden hose
and there through the fine sprays
a rainbow

Pat R

6/09/20

Life

here’s to the days
when you looked a person in the eyes,
unblinking till they revealed themselves

when your nose was yours to pick
without shame or explanation

when you wore the cutest dress
with a diaper underneath without  consternation
here’s to those days!

Pat R

2/16/20

Standing Up

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It was mid morning on a weekday.
I was working in my garden.
Doing battle, was more like it.
This unruly patch is the only green in this row of yards.
The grape is tangled with the honeysuckle.
Lina’s broom is on a surge for the sun while stiffling the lavendar.
When far away an interrupted cry.
It was the voice of a woman. I could hear the blows landing, and the rebuke with each blow. This, even after she had stopped crying out. A man’s voice, full of rage, blaming her for it all. She refused to give him the satisfaction of crying anymore.
He kept hitting her.
I couldn’t figure out which house this was coming from.
I felt helpless, pissed off and horrified all at once
Then there was a gurgly scream from him
Followed by silence.

Pat R

6/12/19

For dVerse poets prosery #1, word limit 144 words max and include this line
“…when far away an interrupted cry..”

This prosey contains 140 words..I think.

Stop over and do some reading, or even participate here.

Prosery #1

A Complex Legacy

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This rise of incivility, hate mongering, and inhumane acts have settled in. It’s sowing itself into our fabric. I worry it’s a stain not easily removed.

a complex legacy

inhumane circumstances
normalized for too long

cotton fields
bloom with the DNA
of my ancestors

Pat R

4/22/19

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Rise”. Stop by and do some reading or join in here.

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NaPoWriMo Day 22

 

 

Troll – Quadrille

 

Though ugly, colorful, tiny with spikey hair
To the little ones they bring no fear

Scattered over the living room floor
As Satuday cartoons invade my snores

In stumle from slumber my feet pay a toll
I’m face to face with those creepy trolls

Pat R

3/25/19

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Troll” for a quadrille..a 44 word poem invented by the members of dVerse Poets Pub. Drop in and have a read or join in. This prompt took me back to when my living roon was a huge play room, day in and day out.

Juke Box Quadrille

Hellish day ends. At the neighborhood haunt, friends are there, relaxing –
The juke box’s playing Nina Simone’s classic
…”spell on you”…
Raphael and Arabella are
dancing in a lazy sway, like strands on a
willow tree – for now.
Theirs – a throw down, dirty love!
Pat R

8/14/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the host asks us to use the word “Box” in a quadrille, a 44 word poem invented by dVerse Poets Pub.

Quadrille #62 – Thinkin’ Inside the Box