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.

Prosery #1

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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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.

Madness

family gathering –
lurking among the spirits
of ancestors
hint of madness

Pat R

1/05/19

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 

Morning Prayers

What the hell
are you doing out in this winter rain
Sitting on that fine branch
Swaying in the breeze –
Ah, morning prayers

Pat R

2/25/18

Brevity

Photo taken off the pier in my neighbor this evening

 

clouds

in picturesque

evening sky

playing with the sun

Pat R

2/15/18

For Dverse Poets Pub where the theme is “Brevity” – no more than 5 lines.