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.
Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if animals in the wild behave as we do. I watch the nature show, and I don’t know. I often feel bad for the prey being chased. I yell at them to run!
But as that fails and prey becomes dinner and I see how many of them this one ‘kill’ feeds. I then have to remind myself that they too have to eat.
As my thoughts rounds back to us humans, I wonder – what is our excuse?
pummeling of hope –
out and about while being black
taunts mortality
Pat
2/03/23
This was in a tree outside my house. A home for wasps, I believe. I never saw it coming, never saw them building. Then came autumn, the tree shed their multicolored clothing and there it was.
Fierce looking in size and demeanor. I didn’t touch it, I did not know if anyone was home; and I was not interested in finding out. So, I left it alone.
Now, this hive is no longer there. It seems winter and its high winds took care of the matter in its own time. A clean sweep. An inevitable change.
well hidden
until it was not –
natures roar
Pat
1/26/2023
I live near a pier. The only activity here is from the locals – a virtual united nations. No boats, no ferries and that is a good thing.
People come out to fish. But I’ve come to realize that this is less about fishing, and more about community. They come out for sunrise, sunsets and in between, picnics and barbecues on days spent by the water.
People are just people. And when we allow for that, we’re all the better for it.
sunrise off the pier
a very picturesque blush-
here, the earth meets sky
Pat
8/04/22
For Word Craft with Colleen where the prompt is “taste the rainbow” to read more about it go here.
Last evening while the setting sun was writing its own story cantankerous clouds to the right were leaving deep smudges in the evening skies.
The bird songs outside my window were unrelenting, piercing the roar of the harsh spring winds. Even the delicate cherry blossoms are standing up to this latest rage.
It seems we are all to discover what we are made of. In the end, we are all just holding on.
the ire of spring
that will not be placated –
belligerent storms
Pat
4/03/22
For Haibun Monday over at dVerse who is hosting with a theme of “Cherry Blossoms”. To view other entries go here
Also linking to Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen where the prompt is to take a photo from your day and write a poem in relation to it. To see other entries go here
I have been plotting an escape up to the mountains for a while now. But it never seems to work out.
I don’t want to leave just to have to turn around and come back. Too much on my plate, as my mom used to say.
So, until then, I dream. The mountain air mixed with the melodies of the rambunctious creek, always brings me peace.
in rural fields
a favorite country scene –
grazing horses
Pat
3/5/22
A haibun for Colleens Tanka Tuesday Challenge where the prompt word is :Green. I used Rural, who knew rural was a synonym for green, I didn’t! But I can see it now.🙂
To participate or to read other entries go here
There is that little voice in my head. The one I listen to only half the time. When I do listen to it and things turn out half way decent, it creeps me out.
The same voice that gets me thinking about someone only to have the phone ring and it’s them.
That little voice…what if that’s the god within us as some believe? If it is, now I know why I am screwed. Too much cussing under my breath. Plus, all that wondering if God is hard of hearing, or is it just me. That, cannot be a good thing.
the sound a leaf makes
as it falls head over heels –
stays lost in the wind
Pat
2/23/22
On my walk a few days ago I saw this on a sidewalk. It looked recent, but it wasn’t. This is an image with deep grooves. It looks like someone had taken the time to do this while the concrete was still wet. Usually, when I see these, it amounts to a stained imprint. This wasn’t that.
there it was
living a life held in time –
a once lively sprig
Pat
1/04/22
It is early morning and the splash of color in the sky – a gift of sunrise. This second august day is cooler, more breathable than in previous days. It seems that autumn has stuck it’s big toe in.
I know it’s still a bit early for this but images of autumn leaves surfing crisp cool air fill my head. As I pass an especially woodsy area of this park, there is a steady breeze.
This is enough for a pause with outstretched arms, head tilted back and eyes closed, regardless of who is watching.
cool, breezy morning
hosts lively russle of leaves –
hints of autumn
Pat
8/02/21
For dVerse Poets Pub. Stop by here.
Today, rain clouds was again drawing lines in the sky turning day into night. Eerie takes hold. It was day two of this turbulence. Yesterday it shed the tears I’ve been holding back.
This was fast mirroring my mood. Then the sun broke through.
a first glimpse
of the belles of summer –
fireflies
Pat
6/10/21
Linking to OLN over at dVerse where Lillian is hosting. To see other entries or participate go here
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