“…A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…”

“…A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…”

A good Wednesday to all!!

For Cees Flower Of The Day

To participate or just look go here

Pat

11/30/22

Flower Of The Day

I haven’t seen an un-fiddled with rose in a while. No, this is not in my garden. I have no luck with roses. They usually get those little black spots on the leaves and then it over.

Pat

7/28/22

You

I keep you

deep in my heart

you waltzed in

curled up

and never left

ever so often

I find myself hiding you

in my poetry

yes – I do keep you

deep in my heart

Pat

4/08/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where Grace is hosting and the prompt is body parts as metaphors To read or join in go here

Flower of The Day #FOTD

Pat R

 

5/26/20

 

For Cee’s Flower of The Day Challenge. To see other entries go here

 

 

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.

New Birth – Tanka Tuesday

norms devoured, I’m
riveted by the mayhem –
tales taller than most

delivered with conviction,
bringing darkness a new birth

Pat R

6/13/19

We’re using synonyms over at Colleens for Tanka Tuesday..given words are Beginning & Consume. I used Birth & Devour.

 

 

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.

Prosery #1

One-Liner Wednesday

I have two this week.

I am my best self when I feel like a lunatic but I just don’t care..I think that might also be aging:)

– Pat R

Some people are so poor, all they have is money.”

– Chance The Rapper

For One Liner Wednesdays over at Linda’s. Pass by and checkout some one liners.

 

 

#Wordless Wednesday

Pat R

9/26/18

Black & White