Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if animals in the wild behave as we do. I watch the nature show, and I don’t know. I often feel bad for the prey being chased. I yell at them to run!
But as that fails and prey becomes dinner and I see how many of them this one ‘kill’ feeds. I then have to remind myself that they too have to eat.
As my thoughts rounds back to us humans, I wonder – what is our excuse?
pummeling of hope –
out and about while being black
taunts mortality
Pat
2/03/23
This was in a tree outside my house. A home for wasps, I believe. I never saw it coming, never saw them building. Then came autumn, the tree shed their multicolored clothing and there it was.
Fierce looking in size and demeanor. I didn’t touch it, I did not know if anyone was home; and I was not interested in finding out. So, I left it alone.
Now, this hive is no longer there. It seems winter and its high winds took care of the matter in its own time. A clean sweep. An inevitable change.
well hidden
until it was not –
natures roar
Pat
1/26/2023
political strife –
fierce bubbles in the caldron
cruelty, the new black
Pat
1/18/23
For Tanka Tuesday where the specific form Senryu is the ask over at Word Craft with Colleen. To participate go here
“Senryu is a short poetic genre which focuses on people. Men, women, husbands, wives, children, and relatives. It portrays the characteristics of human beings and the psychology of the human mind. Even when senryu depict living things such as animals, insects, and plant life, or when they depict inanimate objects, they are portrayed with the emphasis on their human attributes”, per the Senryu Circle.
without warning
this unexpected loss –
an early december
This was read at the eulogy today. I am not sure if this belonged to the person who read it or if it was borrowed. In any case, it was fitting:-
“laugh when you can
cry when you must
apologize when you should and change the sphere of life if you will
dream big
take risks
study life’s plays feverishly
make the play
score the goal
volunteer your time
mend broken hearts
fall down but get up and learn from your mistakes
live life on purpose for a purpose and with purpose each and every day”
2/07/1958 – 10/31/2022
Pat
11/12/22
When I was growing up, each day of the week had its own menu. Sunday was beef, wednesday was stewed (red) peas, friday was fish and saturday was soup day.
The different types of soup sounds a little nuts, but they were good. There was beef, cow cod (don’t ask), fish head, cow foot, goat head, red peas, split peas and chicken soup. Red peas soup was my favorite.
That thing was a meal. My mom would let us ‘help’ by passing the vegetables which were carrots, celery, turnips, yellow yam, potatoes, and dumplings. We all wanted to help make the dumplings. A soup without dumplings was just not a good soup in our house. Then, of course, there were the spices – salt, scallions, thyme, garlic and pimento seeds (Allspice).
These soups brought a healing touch to every part of our insides. You could smell it from everywhere! It was fuel, it was filling, it was love.
through this autumn gray
memory from childhood wafts in –
soup day, saturday
Pat
10/25/22
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt is “soup”. The host for Haibun Monday today is Mish. To participate or just read go here
city kids delight
picking apples in the mountains –
autumn ritual
Pat
10/17/2022
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt was Pick & Apple
To participate or just look go here
in this backward glance
no haunting, just goofy smiles
and warm memories
Pat
10/12/22
For Ronovan Writes Haiku, a senryu. The prompt words are Glance & Haunt. To participate or just read go here
under the
Brooklyn sun,
one of everyone
rolls downhill
immune to grass stains
-fearless youth
Pat
7/18/22
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Grass & Stain to see other entries or participate go here
one true question –
will there be signs near the end,
or will it just be
Pat
8)23/21
For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Question & Sign. For more responses go here
thoughts and entanglements 
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