WanderlustThe road beckonsPacing the floorboardsShe yearns to roamHe is a homebodyComfort zoneA day of leisureTravel documentaries from sofaHe is contentShe stifles the itch W3 Prompt #85: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, ladysigh, prompts us to: Compose two verses according to the following specifications:
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Hibernation
Winter solitudeFrom warm bed out chilled toes pokeHibernation tempts Naturalist Weekly Week 50: “The Bear Retreats To Its Den” Mark’s prompt: “This week’s haiku invitation is to write a haiku or senryu referencing winter solitude or winter isolation.”
Boundless
With boundless energyHe darts around my legsUrging me to give chaseWith boundless enthusiasmShe tells me about her dreamsBarely pausing to take a breathI can only smile with boundless loveAs I look at their parentsIn desperate need of boundless rest Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Boundless
Wordless Wednesday – Colorful Trees
Hugh’s Views & News – Cool Christmas trees
Calm After the Storm
No point in buying a new calendarAs my cell phone serves me wellIf only I would lookCalendar lacks January entriesThe New Year with quiet startWinter desolationDecember offers very little restDone trimming the Christmas tree Await barrage of kin Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 12
Grand Prison
Grandeur? Huh!More like a prison…Trapped I was Enslaved in submissive domesticityGiving until there was nothing left to giveExploited and abusedMusty old houseI had hoped for a fresh startOnce the bodies were buriedBut, open doors cannot illuminate the gloomScrubbed walls will not uncling the cobwebs I have opened these doors for the last timeGrand doors thatContinue reading “Grand Prison”
Flowers Close-Up
For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD) and Midweek Madness Challenge (CMMC) – Close Up or Macro
Open the Door
Behind a closed door… One may find precious treasure A rare opportunity A lifelong friend Answers to the universe There is only one way to know. Dan’s Thursday Doors.
She Knows
The secrets of my youthTucked neatly in a trunkStored in the far recesses of my mindRefusing to be sealed under lock and keyUnwanted memories ooze through cracksLike a fine swirling mistThey entwine themselves Among otherwise innocuous recollectionsOvershadowing scintillas of innocenceThere she is – a phantom in the mistA smirk upon her faceMy partner in crimeTheContinue reading “She Knows”
Wood Stork
The Wood Stork is the only native stork in North America. I have never seen one outside of Florida and was delighted to come upon this one fishing in a coastal South Carolina pond. I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation XLI
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