Plumes of smoke follow her
swirling as she moves from room to room
“Smudging mean spirits”, she explains
As she moves about, there were whispered words escaping her lips. His young mind wonders,
“Who is she talking to?”
He’d best be well behaved today.
For dVerse Piers Pub where Mish is hosting and the word to be included is “Smudge”. It is Quadrille Monday. To join or read go here.
quieting the dust
dragged by the wind off parched earth
a thunderous downpour
Linking to Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Drag & Dust. To participate of just look go here.
across my feet, a squirrel
in flight from a cat
living – even in the wild
never without challenges
For Tanka Tuesday where the prompt words over at Colleens are synonyms for Life & Move
move… fly (flight)
I used Living & Flight.. I know, “flight might be reaching a little🙂
To read or participate go here
I’m not remembering
what planted the seed
Maybe it was the repetition,
Everything three times
The bare bones of the vocabulary
Always seem to be searching trying to hang onto thoughts in flight
No one dared put words to such unsettling thoughts
At dVerse Poets Pub Merril is hosting Quadrille night, we’re using “seed” in a poem.
fallen petals here, there
birds in a cage
outside on the porch –
illusion of freedom
Am linking to OLN (open link night) over at dVerse Poets Pub where the hist Mish asks us to share ONE poem. Stop by for a read, or to participate here
Stomping through puddles
in my Sunday best
Sailing paper boats
in rain puddles.
Lessons on the smell of rain
“Smell that?”, she’d ask.
When the first plopping raindrops
hit parched soil.
Time taken for the little things,
never a bother
to my warrior mother.
For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.
a swift wind
pruning dead branches
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Branch & Swift. To participate or read others go here