Bounce -A Quadrille

Photo of my creek

waters of the creek
runs with abandon
living life at will
bouncing, gurgling
shifting shape
swirling, whirling
spitting bubbles
cavorting over rocks
hugging the shore
wrapping around boulders
tumbling mini precipice
in noisy splashy rush
roaring in its bounce
living life out loud

Pat R

1/16/18

For dVerse Poets Pub

Lyrical Tumble- A Cherita

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leaf gazing –

the lyrical tumble
of falling leaves

even through wicked winds –
a gentle landing still…
a life well lived

Pat R
1/04/18

Over at dVerse Poets Pub the focus is on the ‘silence’ in poetry by way of punctuations. What if the visible ‘pauses’ in a poem is where the poet lets the reader in. A bread crumb, so to speak, on the trail of a deeper meaning. But, maybe not. Once a poem is made public, it takes on new life. Much like coming to the realization that your kids are grown and you have to let them go. Different strokes…
An interesting topic over at dVerse.

Pat R

1/04/18

 

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

 

Haibun Monday @dVerse Poets

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On the rural route up to the mountains there’s much to see. Horses grazing in fields, and farm houses with red barns and silohs. It’s really like driving through a postcard setting. I’ve seen crows on the side of the road picking at a carcass, and a majestic eagle soar from it high perch keeping an eye on them. But, I’ve yet to see a snow owl. Their domain is the dark of night, while the earth sleeps under a blanket of snow. Though I’ve not seen them, they might have seen me. When the snow on the ground makes light the night. And I slip out onto the porch into the arms of the night. So, I wait for that someday when I get to experience seeing or hearing a snow owl. Till then they live in my imagination.

a hoot here, then there
in the shadows of the moon –
snow owl’s made a match

Pat R

11/13/17

For

Fukuroo–Who? Who? Who? dVerse Haibun Monday

 

Christmas Quadrille

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De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo), is our host this week on Quadrille Monday over at dVerse Poem. The challenge is to make sure the poem is precisely 44 words long, and literally contains some form of the word kick.

So here is mine, my first Quadrille

 

New curtains, throw pillows new spreads for the beds

Fruits been soaking
With this there’s no joking

In bath of red wine spiked for kick with
other kinds

Digging out Christmas Carols

job for brother Darryl

Meats highly seasoned

we’re set for Christmas Season

Pat R

11/07/17

Daily Haiku Challenge

 

Wrong & Touch


a touch of autumn –
pesky vines can do no wrong
splashing fall colors

Pat R

10/23/17

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Wrong & Touch

Daily Haiku Challenge