Spring Quadrille

wp-15838029892313258349159139438206.jpgAs I look out at the garden, browns look back at me. Baby leaves everywhere are not yet big enough to hide the strewn of winter. The dry grass stir in the breeze.

twittering song 

born of lively worm hunt, and worm moon

Pat R

3/09/20 

For Quadrille Mondays (a 44 word poem invented at dVerse Poets Pub) where the prompt words is “Stir” 

&

Eugi’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is “Song”

&

Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haikai Challenge where the prompt is ” Super (Worm) Moon” 

A Moment

Who stops to look up at the stars anymore anyway? Lately, I find myself doing that more and more. It seems my head is always in the clouds. My way of stopping to smell the roses, I guess. It feels like a stolen moment that brings me to a place of wonder. If only for a moment.

Then I step back into my reality.

 

a full moon’s

hidden agenda,

rising tides

Pat R

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is the theme of “Finding Clarity”

&

dVerse Poets Pub where  Merril is hosting Poetics   and the prompt is “Impermanence” 

 

 

 

 

Conversations

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She came to visit on a peaceful saturday evening. Meandering conversations about everyday things, morphed into events of childhood and upbringing.

The traumas and dramas, the love and conflicts. Families and their decisions made out of love, that is truly misunderstood by the young minds they were meant to  shield.
 
Then came reflections on this life changing sorrow. There are moments caught between heart-beats, that goes the way of time. There is no changing it. There is no revisiting it And its one true quality is that it is everlasting.

This was one of those moments. After the revelation it just hung in the air.

a mother’s grief –
in remembrance
through decades, she kept
the last T-shirt he wore,
bullet hole intact

Pat R

2/16/20

For dVerse Poets Pub where Kim is hosting and the phrase to be incorporated in the response is
” There are moments caught between heart-beats”

Heather Blooms

It drizzled all day today. The sky is entrenched in that winter gray. I decided to go see what was going on in the garden. It was still asleep, mostly. With hints of green in the pots at the garden’s edge. Nothing is defined though, could all just be wild things as far as I could tell.

A seagul cries. I look skyward just in time to see it soar across the gray and see its partner answer, then follow it.

My eyes move to the bare branches of that small tree. It gets those fragrant white blooms that entice many birds in the spring. I think it starts out wiith berries. Its the water cooler of the back yard. I still don’t know what it is but it smells heavenly. It smells like spring.

among strewn decay
crisp tall grass and withered vines-
fragile heather blooms



Pat R

2/06/20

For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, poet’s choice this week.

And for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub


Belching Dragon

Wild fire roars through the hillside
Lick of flames releasing crumbling embers skyward like a belching dragon
With cinders on the fly furthering its cause

wild fire smoulders
flames refuse to be subduded –
nature’s wildest child

stoked by whipping winds fury
on insatible rampage

Pat R

1/13/20

For

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
 https://ronovanwrites.com/

& for dVerse Poets pub where the prompt word is, “Roar” for quadrille monday

 

Great & Small

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It is the day before Thanksgiving and it seems everyone is out picking up last minute items. People are everywhere and the traffic is crazy as impatient horns blare.

I reach into my pocket and her list, hand written in pencil, is crumpled around my keys. I fish it out, smoothing it as I squint to read :-

Red peppers
Green peppers
Ginger
Onions
Scallions
Garlick
Greatnut ice cream
Bizzy

Bizzy, she makes tea from this. “Good for the knees”, she says while rubbing it. I still have trouble figuring out which of her home remedies are mostly old wives tales. That matters not, though. It’s what she gets from it. I suspect they have more to do with her refusing to just give up. Or, to leave her fate in the hands of another.

Arthritis is taking its toll. That right knee is markedly larger than the left. So it can’t be comfortable. And she has given up on doctors. “They’re not doing anything for me, they’re just rifling through my insurance”, she complains. And soldiers on.

At age 87, she is still a warrior!

sparrows in a ruckus
above the roar of traffic –
how’s this possible?
I pause – from atop street light
an unlikely burst of nature

Pat R
11/29/19

A Tanka haibun having to do with giving thanks for things great and small. For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleen’s, also over at Frank Tassone’s Poetry Challenge where the prompt is Thanksgiving.

 

In the Garden

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It is near autumn in my garden. Brown patches of dried leaves are here and there. They were caught up in the tussle between the hibiscus, and the strangling pumpkin vine from the neighbors yard. That thing had the hibiscus by the neck, in a deep bow, with two weighty pumpkins hanging off it.

The other vines that climbed the dangling cable are now crispy and brown. They owe their fate to the other pumpkin vine that was headed their way. It had to be stopped.

 

the lantern flower

as still as the morning air

the last pop of color

Pat R

10/07/19

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

where the prompt is Air & Lantern

Butterfly’s Dance

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In the garden, a sweet scent romps with the occasional gust. A small tree that once lived in the shadow of the mulberry, is now rich with scented blooms.

at the heart of the
butterfly’s dance, the sweet scent
of blooms – warm spring day

Pat R

5/21/19

For dVerse poets where it’s quadrille monday and Kim is hosting. The prompt is “Rich”

&

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Sweet & Heart

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Flower of the Day

In my garden at springtime I am always tempted to snap dried-up looking twigs. Most of the time I resist the urge only to be pleasantly surprised with tender shoots. One would think I would learn from this and leave well enough alone. But, being human each year it’s the same.The entity involved in these encounters probably just rolls it’s eyes and continue on to finding it’s way. Maybe someday.

new journey
uninterrupted
fate fulfilled

Pat R

4/26/19

For Cee’s Photography Challenge #Flower of the Day #FOTD