Leaves of Green

Overnight it seems bare brown trees
Transform into green leafed beauties
Muddy bottomed creeks
Fill up to their peaks
Spring rain speaks
Earth agrees

dVerse Open Link #360 – hosted by Björn Rudberg. “The mini prompt today is green.”

I have chosen a form from Val’s NPM Scavenger Hunt – Poems from Around the World! 

“6. Wales: Clogyrnach – A Welsh syllabic and rhyming form with 6 lines. The syllable count is 8/8/5/5/3/3 and the rhyme scheme is a/a/b/b/b/a. There is no required theme.”

Who am I & What is My Purpose?

Thinking: My purpose is utterly unreliable
Its fluctuation is quite undeniable
In all respects unverifiable

Doing: At times it's a giver of care
Or laboring as much as I dare
Else enjoying the hobbies and people I share

Being: So the best I can say
Is my purpose changes each day
And I find that it's rather okay

W3 Prompt #102: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week. Matt Snyder, prompts us to write a 9 line poem under the title of “Who am I & What is My Purpose?”

Black Crowned Night Heron

Sheltering among the mangroves in South Florida.

Seeking quietude
Sheltered from city dwellers
Rudely invaded

For I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation LIX

Star Gazing

Erin gazes at the vast night sky contemplating her insignificance.  The realization that we are but mere specs adhered to a rotating sphere of matter in a virtually unexplored universe.  There are billions of stars in our galaxy and billions of galaxies beyond.  She thinks what does it matter? That the stars we see are already dead by the time the light from far off galaxies reaches our epic telescopes, she knows.  But, the stars she sees with her own eyes are very much alive.  Orbiting each of those stars is at least one planet.  A planet that may harbor life; possibly beings of higher intelligence than humans.  What may happen if intelligent alien life makes itself known?  Will humans finally unite as a single race?  Erin laughs at the bizarre path her mind has taken.  So much for relaxing under the stars.

dVerse – Prosery host Dora from PilgrimDreams.com, prompts us to write a piece of property of no more than 144 words incorporating the lines “What does it matter[;] That the stars we see are already dead.” Lines taken from Amy Woolard’s poem, “Laura Palmer Graduates”.

Featured image generated with Bing AI, altered by author.

Spring Joy

Glorious spring induced fervor
Joyful light fills the observer
Pink tufted blooms of first cherry blossoms

Color supersedes scenes of gray
Driving the winter blues away
Unwinding furled fronds like fiddlehead ferns

Early sunrise finds mornings bright
Eager to start the day off right
A twittering of birds inspire promise

Colleen’s 24 Seasons Poetry Challenge No. 29, Part II – Use one kigo phrase in each of your three poems in whatever order you’d like:

  • #1: “first cherry blossoms”
  • #2: “fiddlehead ferns”
  • #3: “twittering of birds”

I chose a Tripadi syllabic form on the theme of joy as proposed by Val’s Looking at Poems Around the World. The form is “from the Bengali region written in tercets (3 line stanzas). There is no stated limit to the number of stanzas. Each tercet has a strict syllable count of 8/8/10 and a rhyme scheme of a/a/x where x is an unrhymed line.”

Black Rat Snake

It cautiously creeps through green grass
Sleek skin glistening black in bright sun
Flicking forked tongue sensing its surroundings
Oblivious to the reaction of onlookers
A gamut of emotions from reverence to terror
Black Rat Snake
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – Black by Sue W & Gerry C

Pastel Nightmare

Though the day is bright,
I sit alone on the throne of midnight illusions,
cursed by dark imaginations.*
Pink and blue pastels fail to lighten my mood.
A feeble attempt at people watching;
a pastime that only feeds my paranoia.
The courtyard reeks of floral blooms;
Louis Vuitton and Chanel hang from elbows,
laughing ladies - 
taunt me.
I flee into darkness.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #325

*Line from Cruel Compassion, Collaboration With the Silent One posted by Ink Empress

Miami’s Design District

PULL UP A SEAT PHOTO CHALLENGE 2024-WEEK 14 by Xingfumama

American Coot

“A swimming chicken - 
what a hoot!”

“Don’t be a fool - 
you crazy old coot!”

For I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation LVIII

We Two

We two
Inseparable
Love amidst solidarity 
Lives conjoined
Nothing escapes the hands of time
Strong binds become fragile threads
Fraying

W3 Prompt #101: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Val, invites us to write a Cameo on the theme of love.

  • Form: Cameo;
    • Heptastich (a poem in 7 lines);
    • Syllabic: 2-5-8-3-8-7-2 syllables per line;
    • Unrhymed, but end words should be strong.

Daffodils

Sunny faces bloom
Emanating spring itself
Bringing about smiles

Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 28, 4/2/24, Part I

Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD)