Bells Toll

That lingering cloud finally shows its reason for being. Twice over. A week apart. Two souls depart.

early end
to life of two stars –
the bells toll

Pat R
5/28/18

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Dusk

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There is something calming about watching the sun ease over the edge of the horizon. Skies meet ocean, the dawn of dusk. It feels like a rendezvous with hints of new beginnings. As Day moves into the arms of night my thoughts turn to hopes for the next day. I exhale. I sense a chance to regroup, and give way to the start of something new – cloud free.

dawn of spring..
through shards of melting snow
purple crocus

Pat R

4/17/18

For Haibun Monday @ dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is Dusk

 

A Haibun

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Not sure what’s going on with me on the inside. Whatever it is, its not truly bubbling up to the surface. It’s lurking deep within. Every now and then I get snatches of it. It feels like shades of blue. On this spring day, winter lingers. The kid-musician down the block is not helping. The mournful notes from his violin an interim shroud to these snatches of blue.

crows atop branches
flit at the bidding of the wind –
on the lookout for spring

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt words are: Dance & Command ( using synonyms).

Here are synonyms

Dance….flit
Command..bid

Pat R

4/12/18

 

Hometown – Haibun

Taken off the Pier

 

There is an energy here in Brooklyn. Its palpable. People from Manhattan are moving across the Brooklyn Bridge in droves. Even with this latest surge, neighborhoods still feel like villages.
This is a place where a different neighborhoods can mean different cultures and flavors. Or, one of every restaurant can be found in the same neighborhood. But this can be said of all of NYC.

In my neighborhood, we are at the water’s edge. There is a pier, sunsets and sunrises are spectular here. We have a nature preserve which is sort of an inlet of the waters from the Atlantic Ocean. It hosts tall grass and different types of wildlife. I’ve seen seaguls, ergrets and mallards, a photographers paradise.

But the great thing about living here is that everything is at your fingertips. People come to NYC for museum visits, broadway shows and the sights. Mostly, we just go to work and go about our lives. But…it’s all at our fingertips should we choose to part take.

off the pier
nature mutes hustle –
seaguls soar

Pat R

2/06/18

For dVerse Poets Pub

 

Pleasantly Surprised – Haibun

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It is an odd view from the window. Bare woods, tree branches stark naked unmoved by birds or breeze. Just engulfed in fog. The type that brings with it a chill that is not easily shaken. I sit cuddling my mug of tea pondering the movement of the sunlight through the morning fog. I liken it to an impressionist painting without the colors. What else could be moving through that mist unseen, I wonder. Then, there they were!

family of deer
fawn lags behind distracted
headed to the creek

Pat R

12/11/17

For dVerse Poets Pub where tonight is haibun monday and the prompt is : Pleasantly Surprised

 

Butterfly

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The things we do on our own as kids, is at times amazing. And sometimes, if we’re lucky, it stays with us.

I don’t even remember how old I was. But I remember the lesson in school had been about caterpillars turning to butterflies. There had always been caterpillars on the bush behind our house. So, I set out to observe this up close. I caught a caterpillar off a leaf. I started by putting it in a cardboard box. But I couldn’t see anything because he kept hiding under the leaves I’d put in with him. Then, I moved it to a jar with holes in the lid that I’d put in with a nail. Afterall, a caterpillar had to breathe.

I was the first one up at twilight to see what was going on in that jar. I watched it change from a caterpillar, to a chrysalis, to a butterfly.
Then It was time to set it free. Watching that butterfly fly away made me feel like a proud parent. The odd thing was, I felt no sadness seeing it go. Just a sense of wonder every time. What it must feel like to have wings to fly…

a transformation
then a butterfly emerge
humble beginnings

to most delicate beauty
I watch my next life unfold

Pat R

11/23/17

For dVerse Poets Pub
Where Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is hosting Poetics. To read more on the prompt go here. I went a little sideways on the prompt though☺☺

&

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

 

 

Haibun

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*Photo

Waves of fallen leaves
Being chased by autumn gust
A moving quilt
Twin maples now stand naked
Undressed for fall
No doubt undergoing their
Syrup making phase
It is the oddest thing still,
to get a whiff of maple syrup
Untouched by humans come spring
After these many years,
This amazes me still

blue smoke curls
around burning log
telling tales

Pat R

1/12/17

For

Thotpurge Micropoetry Month

* Photo of a wall of a building Downtown Brooklyn painted mat black and the artist add these doodles. The whole facade, top to bottom, looks like scribbling on chalk board. But this is far from temporary. Fascinating! !