Rise and shine
Good morning to you
The joy you bring
Lasts the whole day through
For all who observe
Your cheerful face
Shall find some ease
In the daily rat race
Starry Rosinweed
Uncertain Sky
Clouds swirl high
painting a lovely tie dye
an uncertain sky
must decide what comes next
In a symphony of windsong
the uncertain sky blows strong
urging the clouds to move along
but they are determined to dance
Red-Tailed Hawk
High
Rest spot
It perches unsettled
Shares a fleeting moment
Soars
W3 Prompt #125: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Sarah, prompts us to write an Elfje on the theme ‘soar’.
I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation LXXXII
Dew Droplets
Dew droplets shiver
in response to rising sun
as each fade away
dVerse Tuesday Poetics: Endings hosted by Kim
Week 37: “White Dew” by Mark S.
Carolina Mantis
Carolina Mantis stands alone
Its territorial pursuits
A voracious cannibal
Mating can be risky
How quickly it moves
Grabbing a fly
Tiny claws
Pinching
Life
A nonet for Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Territorial by Sue W & Gerry C.
Spies Among Us
There are spies everywhere. They spy on us in the streets and in our own homes. Ears listen at each corner, in shops and through wires in our walls. But, I spy on them as well… I sit each day at our cushy conference table at Stasi headquarters, bantering with my “comrades” as we plot atrocities against the disloyal people of our city. Pertinent information is gathered and stored in my “superior memory.” Each week, on alternating days, I check an inactive mailbox to learn the time and place of the next rendezvous with my true associates. This week I am especially anxious for our meeting, as I have urgent news to share. It is just after dusk on a Tuesday. I loiter at the edge of the alleyway until I see the mysterious figure drop a note in the mailbox. I wait until he (or she) fades into the distance before I casually stroll down the alley, scanning all directions. I slip the note out of the mailbox and read the message inside: “WE’VE GOT YOU!”
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #347
Pull up a Seat Photo Challenge – week 37 by xingfumama.
Green Frog
In a clear lake under a mottled sky
A green frog prepares to eat
A snail rests on its back
A small dragonfly pauses in mid-flight
Perhaps sensing the danger
A mottled frog watches
A double kimo for Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Mottled
Katydid
Little alien
feasts upon my petunia
singing katydid
For Colleen’s final 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, I have chosen the kigo word katydid. Enjoy your break Colleen! I’m looking forward to the new Tanka Tuesday challenges.
Fallen Tears
It is rare that I cry
but you make my tears
fall hard
from clouds that form
behind my eyes
they pour over cliffs
run down streams
tumble over rocks
pool into lakes
flow over dams
rush down rivers
tumble into the sea
rise with the waves
fall to the shore
rest in the place
where I fell for you
W3 Prompt #124: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Lynn, prompts us to: “Compose a ‘list poem’, which includes the word ‘fall’ or some form of it…”.
Luggage Adventures
I shall leave behind all that I’ve known
abandon seeds that I have sown
with trunk in hand I’ll start anew
as tucked within adventures brew.
But which suitcase shall I take
upon a bike for goodness sake?
Inside my luggage a tale unfolds
though I know not what the future holds
perhaps a peek will shed some light
I find each piece is sealed up tight
the lightest one on my bike thrown
and off I ride into the unknown.
Artwork displayed at Albany International Airport
Sadje’s What do you see # 253
JJJ Interactive Books 