this bustling marketplace is a blend of stores, stalls and vendors
food and music is everywhere
clouds of smoke from barbecue wafts, spices are very pronounced!
flavors from my childhood linger in every corner
pressing forward, I was happy to wander back in time
Pat
5/14/24
For Quadrille Night over at dVerse where the prompt word is “Place”.
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Quadrille #201: Poems of Place
our friday night hideaway
a table for two
that jazz quartet
that voice –
meandering, lamenting the blues
the hills, the valleys
soulful notes
mournful notes riding the bass
the story of a life – in and out of the blues
at our friday night hideaway
Pat
4/25/24
This was for quadrille night but I didn’t finish it. So I’m sharing it here on OLN being hosted by Grace over at dVerse.
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flirty tendrils of the willow
frolick in the spring breeze –
a delightful fling
Pat
4/18/24
delicate carpet
of magnolia blossoms –
a spring ritual
Pat
4/14/24
This canopied road hugs the contour of the mountainside.
To the left, a precipice.
The depth, more than I can put a distance to.
At the bottom, a river tumbles along, chatting in the wind as it goes.
I pause to nourish my soul.
Pat
4/2/24
A moment from my recent trip.
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “Contour”
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a star flecked night sky
on this, a bold full moon night –
calm after spring storm
Pat
3/26/24
For Moon Washed weekly prompt “star flecked”. To participate or just read go here.
It was time.
In her later years, mom always wanted to return to her homeland. But as it is said, the mind was willing but the body was weak indeed. She passed during the height of Covid but there were no proper goodbyes, as assembly at the time was not a good idea.
She chose cremation. ” I don’t want anyone talking foolishness over me”, she said. “Plus they’re all a bunch o’ crooks”. Funeral homes, that is. And preachers! Well, that’s a story for another time.
So this year, on her birthday we took her ashes back to where she wanted to be. She is now at rest next to her mother and grandfather, in this place she longed for. And so, among this lush greenery with fruit trees everywhere, she is finally home and at peace.
a small gathering
reliving fond memories
endings, beginnings –
under the naseberry tree
ancestors intermingle
Pat
3/20/24
For Tanka Tuesday over at Colleens where the prompt is The Spring Equinox. To participate or just read go here.
What’s a naseberry?
(also known as Naseberry)The sapodilla, or brown sugar fruit as it’s also named, is a deliciously sweet fruit that has a texture similar to a pear and a unique sugary flavour. The taste shares similarities with brown sugar, caramel and molasses.(Info found here)
Yup! That’s a naseberry.
a tranquil night sky
is now being stalked by lightning –
poking its wild side
Pat
1/22/23
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Placid & Wild
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under the deluge
of fallen leaves
the first blooms of heather
Pat
12/22/23
thoughts and entanglements 
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