Spirits

smudged skies

Plumes of smoke follow her
swirling as she moves from room to room

“Smudging mean spirits”, she explains

As she moves about, there were whispered words escaping her lips. His young mind wonders,
“Who is she talking to?”

He’d best be well behaved today.

Pat
6/15/21

For dVerse Piers Pub where Mish is hosting and the word to be included is “Smudge”. It is Quadrille Monday. To join or read go here.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/

New Journey

on occasion she asks
to be taken over there
and thrown over

no indication as to where ‘there’ is
she just wants to be done with life

at times she would grab my hand and point with a huge smile

a finger to her lips, hushing me
she was listening as though she was a part of a conversation
and was trying to pull me in

I was to find out later this gathering included her mom, sister, nephew, my dad and some little girl she can never name

all are long dead

too bad I am not able to say
with any certainty that
I see dead people

Pat
5/25/21

For dVerse Poets where Mish is hosting and we’re using Movie quotes in a poem. I used
“I see dead people.” – The Sixth Sense, 1999 –

The join in or just read go here

What If..

what if
down the road in time

a look back shows a loss of mind

facts wounded, locked in a bind

rummage through states of mind

shows emperor clinging to his line

time reveals some knew these truths

chose power, stayed tucked in ruse

Pat
5/17/21

For dVerse where Lillian is hosting Quadrille Monday ( 44 word poem invented by the piers at dVerse). The prompt word tonight is “Wound”. To read or to join in go here

In Flight

I’m not remembering
what planted the seed

Maybe it was the repetition,
Everything three times

The bare bones of the vocabulary
was odd

Always seem to be searching trying to hang onto thoughts in flight

No one dared put words to such unsettling thoughts

Pat
5/04/21

At dVerse Poets Pub Merril is hosting Quadrille night, we’re using “seed” in a poem.

black like me

Please pass by the original post and let Michael know you stopped by🙂

michaeljordahl

when my granddaughter milli

painted her doll’s face black

we all yelled at her for it;

now, after thinking about it

she’s the only black child

in our entire community

now i understand

dammit

now i understand

 

–photo by me

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Little Things

Stomping through puddles

in my Sunday best

Sailing paper boats

in rain puddles.

Lessons on the smell of rain

“Smell that?”, she’d ask.

When the first plopping raindrops

hit parched soil.

Time taken for the little things,

never a bother

to my warrior mother.

Pat

4/19/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.

 

Reflection -Abhanga

I see her in your eyes

fight, determination

quiet affirmations –

true reflection

Pat

4/15/2021

The elements of the Abhanga are:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
  • syllabic, 6-6-6-4 syllables each
  • rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.

For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt where the prompt for this week is “Reflection”. To see other entries or to participate, go here

You

I keep you

deep in my heart

you waltzed in

curled up

and never left

ever so often

I find myself hiding you

in my poetry

yes – I do keep you

deep in my heart

Pat

4/08/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where Grace is hosting and the prompt is body parts as metaphors To read or join in go here