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
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
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
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
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.
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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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.
family gathering –
lurking among the spirits
of ancestors
hint of madness
Pat R
1/05/19
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.
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
