nearly scampering
across my feet, a squirrel
in flight from a cat
living – even in the wild
never without challenges
Pat R
5/11/21
For Tanka Tuesday where the prompt words over at Colleens are synonyms for Life & Move
life…living
move… fly (flight)
I used Living & Flight.. I know, “flight might be reaching a little🙂
To read or participate go here
This human being is a salty soul
Anything adversarial was always
just a blip to be dealt with
There was no time for foolishness
because she had four children to
feed, educate and school in
manners
Her moves were well thought out
and always deeply rooted in hope
Yes, this ‘every woman’,
this human being is a salty soul.
(For my Mom)
Pat
3/17/21
ending life in the gutters,
the indignity of it all –
cherry blossoms
Pat R
4/29/20
Another one for Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haikai Challenge where the prompt is “Late Cherry Blossoms”. To part take or just to read go here.
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”
here’s to the days
when you looked a person in the eyes,
unblinking till they revealed themselves
when your nose was yours to pick
without shame or explanation
when you wore the cutest dress
with a diaper underneath without consternation
here’s to those days!
Pat R
2/16/20
pieces of my life
on bits of paper mingle
with the coins
in my pocket – the poem
continues to elude me
Defy
synonym: elude
Change
synonym: coins
It has been a strange eight days mired in joy, anxiety, stress and sadness.
Two home-goings, one way before his time. An ambitious young man, twenty two years old, on a new journey to law school. Now, a journey diverted, a soul called home. Leaving a mother grief stricken and numb.
The other, of her time. She had lived some life.
In between these, was a wedding in a most peaceful setting in the mountains. This odd mix of joy and sorrow came in threes.
short goodbyes –
lurking in cool air
autumn blues
Pat R
8/31/17
on this life journey
we have navigated all
we laughed and we cried –
autumn of our lives now filled
with warm loving reflections
Pat R
4/04/17
#Haiku, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose
For Tanka Tuesday
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Photo : A park near me.
fallen leaves are brown
bare branches now face deep frost
how time has moved on
through weary bones, but laughter
tends my soul holding time still
Pat R
11/15/16
