brooding clouds
finally spill their brew
of large, plopping raindrops.
on her daily walk, pace unchanged –
rediscovering her childhood joy
of walking in the rain
Pat R
7/12/19
Tag Archives: poems
Expectations – A cherita
deep in the tangles
of the honeysuckle
and grape vines
a sparrow
ferries twigs and sticks,
nurturing expectations
Pat R
6/28/19
Unswayed – A Tanka
behind those brown eyes
a sense of knowing – unswayed
by life’s indignities
she holds fast, mind still her own –
matter of independence
Pat R
6/20/19
For Tanka Tuesday at Colleen’s in using synonyms for Influence & perception
I chose sway & sense.
Standing Up
It was mid morning on a weekday.
I was working in my garden.
Doing battle, was more like it.
This unruly patch is the only green in this row of yards.
The grape is tangled with the honeysuckle.
Lina’s broom is on a surge for the sun while stiffling the lavendar.
When far away an interrupted cry.
It was the voice of a woman. I could hear the blows landing, and the rebuke with each blow. This, even after she had stopped crying out. A man’s voice, full of rage, blaming her for it all. She refused to give him the satisfaction of crying anymore.
He kept hitting her.
I couldn’t figure out which house this was coming from.
I felt helpless, pissed off and horrified all at once
Then there was a gurgly scream from him
Followed by silence.
Pat R
6/12/19
For dVerse poets prosery #1, word limit 144 words max and include this line
“…when far away an interrupted cry..”
This prosey contains 140 words..I think.
Stop over and do some reading, or even participate here.
Nectar Drunk – A Cherita
a day very well spent
the rose garden is drenched
in the perfume of the blooms
I am one with the birds,
bees and butterflies
in a nectar drunk funk
Pat R
6/11/19
For Cee’s Flower of The Day FOTD
FOTD – June 11, 2019 – Peonies
Journey’s End
a wandering spirit
free as autumn leaves in the wind
nearing journey’s end
Pat R
6/03/19
Spring Rain
(I took this photo in my garden yesterday. Can’t wait for these peonies to open up:) The poor thing was in a deep bow this morning. Probably drunk on raindrops.)
birds have gone silent
they too are caught up
in the melody of the rain
nature walk interrupted
as may flowers and young leaves
dance in spring rain
Pat R
5/30/19
For dVerse Poets where the focus is on “Walks”
&
Cee’s Flower Of The Day
FOTD – May 30, 2019 – Bearded Iris
