Books and Poetry
My confused pear tree doesn’t know whether to drop its leaves or grow more pears. The hummingbirds are certainly enjoying the flowers. I have always viewed hummingbirds as delicate, free spirits. After watching them for a bit, it is clear that they are quite assertive, if not aggressive. They promptly chase away any other birds, no matter the size, that wish to land nearby. I imagine their swift movements and little pointy beaks are a fearsome combination when headed in your direction.
I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation LXXIX
Still air tightly grips
Remaining heat of summer
No fall winds blowing
Rustling of tree leaves absent
Not even mackerel clouds
To stifle the sizzling sun
Noses sneeze out hazy soot
Best to stay indoors
Cool night calls outside
Milky Way stars wink
As the chair rocks back and forth
Buzzing mosquitoes bite legs
Legs leap back inside
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 49
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I rise to a relatively cool morning and throw open the windows for a breath of crispness. Aaah, fall is in the air! Until about 8 a.m…. The heat and humidity quickly stifle the exhilaration, reminding me that summer is not over.
Another heat wave
Summer flowers bow their heads
Praying for reprieve
dVerse Haibun Monday 8-26-24: Another Seasonal Shift, hosted by Frank J. Tassone
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Surrounded by water sits a lonely lighthouse in the Hudson River.
The ghosts of notorious prisoners cry icy tears into the San Francisco Bay.
Inner blues evaporate in the serene silence of an enchanting island overlooking the Turtle River.
Cool blue adventures await over vast oceans.
This week John is hosting Lens-Artists Challenge #313. The theme is cool colors.
Toe tappin’ in the chapel square
Rockin’ music fills the air
All night long never miss a beat
Now time to rest those weary feet
Dan’s Thursday Doors
Pull Up a Seat Photo Challenge – Week 34, by xingfumama
I come upon a miniature mushroom
standing on the forest floor
ignoring my presence.
Without invitation
I sit beside the mushroom
expecting some magical moment.
Shouldn’t there be a diminutive door
for the little gnomes
that must live inside?
The moss matted yard
provides the perfect cushion
for their tiny tumbling toddlers.
Or, perhaps it’s a rest stop
for traveling fairies
taking tea in the verdant garden.
The magnificent mysterious mushroom
sits in serene silence
while my imagination wildly wonders.
dVerse Meeting the Bar: Triversen, hosted by Merril.
W3 Prompt #121: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Selma, prompts us to write on the theme of “beauty and perpetuity of the natural world.”
Silken blue dreamscape
Tides ridden to foreign lands
Breezes surfed on wispy clouds
Deposited on the shore
Hair tousled and grin wide
Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Silken blue
Oh my, dragonfly
Patiently awaiting prey
Unaware insects
Upon the flowers they feast
‘Til scooped up by the skimmer
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge
Quick to judge I see
Looking upon those different than thee
Must they be relatable?
Or not accepted for who they are
Their journey
Their programming
Impossible to fully understand
Unless having walked in their shoes
Sadje’s What do you see # 250
Will the willet find what it’s looking for?
Will it find a mollusk along the shore?
Will it find itself on a sandy beach?
Will it remain just out of reach?
Will the willet run a little quicker?
Will it try its best to avoid a picture?
I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation LXXVII
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