Misbehaving

Worrisome, unsettling times

lead me to wallow.

Sometimes in fear

at other times,

in the simple joys of my mortality.

I search out small

gasp worthy moments,

holding them close.

This sunset, a diverse gathering,

seagulls, pigeons, crows,

sparrows and humans – and

no misbehaving

Pat

3/07/23

For dVerse Poets quadrille night where the prompt is “Gasp”, and De is hosting. To participate or read go here.

A good Saturday to all!

March rounds the corner, upside down is now inside out! It’s freezing here this morning.

Pat

2/25/23

That Kiss

melting into your kiss –

a recurring memory I hang onto

to keep me sane

to say goodbye

to move on

Pat

2/21/23

For poetics over at dVerse where Kim is hosting and we’re talking ‘kisses’. To participate or just read go here.

Sundown

fishing at sunset

net casting – a step back in time

hints of culture off the pier

in this place where there is one of

everyone

Pat

2/9/23

Holding Fast

this garden

once ablaze in color

finally dressed for fall

now stands stark naked

suffering the ravages of winter

holding fast

Pat

1/06/23

Free fall

an exquisite fumble

for all to witness

crazy is wide awake

no longer lurks deep within

the door of nutsville flung wide open

as he melts all the way down

like a molten candle

never to regain its shape –

that thread that he hung by

now in free fall

Pat

12/11/22

For Moon washed Musings where the prompt is “Exquisite”. For further readings go here

Lineage

from the shoulders of ancestors, our elders tell their truths

incidentally – with purpose, without judgement

giving voice to a history

awash in wisdom –

this oral narrative

this homage to lineage –

the unheralded wind beneath all of our wings

unvarnished, at times colorful truths

as we gather together on this day

Pat

11/18/22

Words

now, a toast

to words unspoken!

may forgiveness

be a part

of their new DNA

as they rest in peace.

Pat

9/14/22

Paper Boats

Moving across parched earth

a ground level dust cloud drifts

With the same breeze comes the scent of rain.

It was the rainy season and

somewhere in the distance

a quenching was in progress

Soon, it will be time for that soothing rhythm on the tin roof

Soon, it will be time to secure a spot on the verandah and make paper boats for the puddles

Then scampering down the steps through large plopping raindrops to set sail the next paper boat

Paper boat sailing – in this family of four kids, a rite of passage.

Pat

8/24/22

For the dVerse prompt where Jo is the host. The prompt words is Scent. To stop by to read or participate go here.

Morning Fog

morning fog

settles like a cloak

at the waters edge

cries of seagulls

piercing the gloom

as we all wait for the sun

Pat

6/11/22

For Eugis prompt ” Morning Fog”

To participate or just read go here