the earth sending notes –
epic floods, raging fires
this wounded planet
Pat
7/20/21
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Note & Send. To participate or just read, go here
Tag Archives: poems
Bathing
along the path
bathing among clouds
a lone sparrow
Pat
7/6/21
For Colleens Tanka Tuesday where it is Poets choice. To participate or just read go here.
Spirits
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.
Pat
6/15/21
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.
Downpour
quieting the dust
dragged by the wind off parched earth
a thunderous downpour
Pat
6/14/21
Linking to Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Drag & Dust. To participate of just look go here.
Challenges
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
In Flight
I’m not remembering
what planted the seed
Maybe it was the repetition,
Everything three times
The bare bones of the vocabulary
was odd
Always seem to be searching trying to hang onto thoughts in flight
No one dared put words to such unsettling thoughts
Pat
5/04/21
At dVerse Poets Pub Merril is hosting Quadrille night, we’re using “seed” in a poem.
Goodbye
tulips splayed
fallen petals here, there
slow goodbye
Pat
05/01/21
Caged
birds in a cage
outside on the porch –
illusion of freedom
Pat
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
black like me
Please pass by the original post and let Michael know you stopped by🙂
when my granddaughter milli
painted her doll’s face black
we all yelled at her for it;
now, after thinking about it
she’s the only black child
in our entire community
now i understand
dammit
now i understand
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–photo by me
Little Things
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.
Pat
4/19/21
For dVerse Poets Pub where De is hosting and the prompt is “Bother”. To participate or to just read go here.
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