Stories

Like most homes with kids, bedtime meant stories. In our house, it was tall tales and ghost stories told by my dad.

Learning how to cast shadow puppets against the wall, and tales of shooting and twinkling stars were my favorites. Especially if we had just seen it from the varandah before bedtime. Then, there were the magical tales of the moon. Always the moon.

Ellie and Portia always wanted to know why did the cow jump over the moon? Also, what was the man in the moon doing while this was happening? To this my dad always had an answer, a different one everytime, and more fantastical than the last. Ellie and Portia would get really quiet. Those two – “…In their dreams they sleep with the moon… “

Pat R


9/15/20

For Prosery Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Merril where the rule is to use this line in your prose, no alterations, in no more that 144 words.

“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”

To read and participate go here

Morning Revelry

morning dew sparkle on blades of grass

wild bunny rabbits

and bouncy baby squirrels

dart across the open meadow –

the magic of morning revelry

Pat R

7/29/20

A Gogyohka for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Magic”.

To read more about it or participate go here

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Magic” July 27, 2020

Renewal

img_20200409_181926The pear tree in the front yard is pretty close to the second floor porch. So we get to witness a bit of nature up close. The pace at which nubby buds change to to delicate blossoms is so interesting to watch. So we are blessed with having blooms, and pears within arms length.

An even more fun bonus of this proximity is being able to keep company with the visiting birds, bees and butterflies. So amidst this upheaval nature marches on, creating this space of respite.

in search of renewal
I bury my head
in the captivating blooms
of the pear tree –
a lone sparrow joins me

Pat R

4/07/20

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

Pass by to do some reading or participate here

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For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt where the prompt word is

“Captivating”

Pass by to do some reading or participate here

 

“I Love You”s

img_20200301_151305She is not one to say it often. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe she doesn’t know how, never learned how. Maybe she’s just not good at it.

My mom has been on her own, for the most part since she was thirteen. Her mom died one morning as she was readying her daughters for school.
I’m thinking since then, she has had issues with god / creator for letting such a catastrope befall her and her younger sister.

Some things trickle down, whether it was meant to or not.

I am no good at love. Most times leave me feeling like a lunatic, if not acting like one.

But, I keep an open heart. Even so, “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.” I guess in a cock-eyed sorta of way, I believe in love.

Pat R

3/17/20

Over at dVerse Poets Pub the prompt is to write prose (keeping it tight at no more than 144 words) and to include the line below:-
“I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”

https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/16/prosery-surprised-or-not/

Feather Pen/Quill

deep longing
set forth in prose-
a feather pen

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by light of candle
the swirl of a feather pen
sweet prose of longing

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 ink stained fingers
thoughts making their way through quill
bits of poetry

Pat R

10/30/16

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2016/10/carpe-diem-1081-feather-pen-or-quill-pen.html?m=1

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Lavish – #DailyHaikuChallenge