ran my finger down the outer rim of this butterflys wing today –
autumn visit
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New Journey
on occasion she asks
to be taken over there
and thrown over
no indication as to where ‘there’ is
she just wants to be done with life
at times she would grab my hand and point with a huge smile
a finger to her lips, hushing me
she was listening as though she was a part of a conversation
and was trying to pull me in
I was to find out later this gathering included her mom, sister, nephew, my dad and some little girl she can never name
all are long dead
too bad I am not able to say
with any certainty that
I see dead people
Pat
5/25/21
For dVerse Poets where Mish is hosting and we’re using Movie quotes in a poem. I used
“I see dead people.” – The Sixth Sense, 1999 –
The join in or just read go here
What If..
what if
down the road in time
a look back shows a loss of mind
facts wounded, locked in a bind
rummage through states of mind
shows emperor clinging to his line
time reveals some knew these truths
chose power, stayed tucked in ruse
Pat
5/17/21
For dVerse where Lillian is hosting Quadrille Monday ( 44 word poem invented by the piers at dVerse). The prompt word tonight is “Wound”. To read or to join in go here
Life
my garden
teeming with new life-
a spring fling
Pat
5/07/21
For Colleens Tanka Tuesday where the choice this week is Poets choice. To participate or just look, go here.
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/05/04/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-224-poetschoice/
Still Life
(not mine)
this ghostly remains
now a part of the landscape –
new life, as still life
Pat
4/21/21
For Colleens Tanka Tuesday where this week we are using this photo to write an Ekphrastic Poem. I kept it short.
Amidst decay, there can still be beauty as nature plays her part.
For other entries or to participate go here
Cherish
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.
Even for those immeasurably flawed.
I know enough of the world to recognize I know nothing about why I am.
The inkling that flits through my consciousness from time to time says that cherishing the next breath, is the only moment of any consequence.
Worldly goods are just that..worldly.
They will still be such way after my time has come, and the worms are having their way with me.
Or, if I were bold enough, long after I’ve been scattered to the wind.
Pat
3/17/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where Merril is hosting and the prompt is to include the lines below in a piece of prose.
“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
— Wisława Szymborska, “Possibilities”
For further reading of other entries it to participate go here
Salty Soul
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
Theme Prompt – A Gogyohka
as captive of time and nature
eyes nudged open
to this new dawn in the strife of life –
as we move through time,
I breathe – you breathe
Pat R
6/23/20
A Gogyohka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. A theme prompt in the words of Longfellow:-
“…In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!…”
OR
“…Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time…”
From his poem
Meadow
photo by Pat R
a moth’s aflutter
zig zags, a cantankerous
mocking bird in tow
as they head to the meadow
gap closes, this will not end well
Pat R
6/15/20
For Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haikai Challenge..poet’s choice. I used “Meadow”
Hope..Haiga
through the crack
in the sidewalk
springs hope
Pat R
5/14/20
