deep into the night
cigarette smoke swirl and curl
she sits without moving
studying the movement
of the smoke in the dimly lit room
scripting the events of the night
maybe dawn will shed some light
Pat R
10/10/17
Tag Archives: free verse
Solitude
The consumed moon
frees itself creating shapes
with edges of pale yellow dreams.
Forming silhouettes with dim accuracy,
scrawling scenes right for rich imaginations,
poof of painted mirth.
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.
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
this cloud lurking overhead
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
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.
A Complex Legacy
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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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.
Madness
family gathering –
lurking among the spirits
of ancestors
hint of madness
Pat R
1/05/19
