
“…A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…”
A good Wednesday to all!!
For Cees Flower Of The Day
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Pat
11/30/22
“…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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Pat R
9/26/18
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