Change

first chirps of twilight

as day lingers into night –

spring rounds the corner

Pat

3/22/21

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt is Chirp and twilight

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 350 CHIRP and Twilight

Solitude

The consumed moon

frees itself creating shapes

with edges of pale yellow dreams.

Forming silhouettes with dim accuracy,

scrawling scenes right for rich imaginations,

poof of painted mirth.

On this night, in this sky
soothing in its quiet and beauty

solitudes wish fulfilled.

Pat R

10/20/20

For dVerse Poets Pub where I chose the following five “charms” of Samuel Greenberg as per instructions for the prompt where Laura Bloomsbury is hosting Poetics. We are looking at the poetry of Samuel Greenberg. To participate or read, go here.

The following are the words incorporated in my poem: Yellow dreams; Accuracy; Consumed moon; Painted mirth; Solitudes wish

They are from his poem “The pale Impromptu” by Samuel Greenberg.

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

“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/

The Poet’s Craft

a transfer of scenes
still fluid onto pages
a poem emerge

Pat R

5/05/17

For Cape Diem Haiku Challenge: The Poet’s Craft

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2017/05/carpe-diem-tokubetsudesu-special-1.html?m=1

Two phrase stories

Prompt: “….and in a puff….”
“…and in a puff, all logic went out the window.”

For hbhatnager

I am trying this for the first time. A challenge posted over at hbhanager.wordpress.com

Stop over for further reading on the prompt, quite an interesting premise, could be fun:) It’s called a two phrase story.  The prompt phrase for this week is “…and in a puff…” to be completed however you’d like.

 

Pat R

 

5/25/16

Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Today I am sharing on Writers Quote Wednesday over at SilverThreading.com. It’s in collaboration with RonovanWrites.com where writers share quotes by writers that are inspiratoonal..or not. Anyway, it’s a fun event. All are welcome to join in. I am a little late this week, but here is mine:

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
– Oscar Wilde

“If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.”
—William Faulkner

Wow! I am still thinking about the meaning of this last one:)

Pat R

1/21/16