Until Spring


Indian summer
Conquered by winter’s resolve
I sit quietly
Wrapped in a woolen blanket
While waves crash upon the shore

I rise from my perch
A final walk on the beach
Left behind till spring
Lone cold feet imprint the sand
Gulls cry lamentful goodbyes 

I pass through sand dunes
Past sparkling freshwater ponds
Wild geese preen feathers
Indifferent to the chill
While I shiver in protest

RDP Wednesday – FOOTSTEPS

W3 Prompt #80: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week Melissa prompts us to:

  • Compose a series of three tanka;
    • Following are three “turn lines” or “pivots” (third lines) for each of three tanka, and you must construct the rest:
      1. Turn / Pivot for tanka #1: “I sit quietly”
      2. Turn / Pivot for tanka #2: “Left behind till spring”
      3. Turn / Pivot for tanka #3: “Wild geese preen feathers”
    • These tanka are to be autumn/winter-themed;
    • You may write each of your tanka in a single unbroken line of thirty-one syllables, or you may use the five-line 5/7/5/7/7 approach.

Holiday Party

The annual “Holiday Party” – ugh!  The announcement specifically states that one is not obligated to attend.  Yeah, right…  I mentally prepare myself by focusing on a splendid evening with colleagues who I consider friends.  But the reality of the whole affair (based on prior experience) sits just under the surface.  The underlying resentment toward management who try to charm us with their witty senses of humor.  The same individuals who decide to invite us to extravagant holiday parties rather than to include us in the annual bonuses that they so lavishly dole upon themselves.  Do they have any idea the cost of a cocktail dress (and accessories)  suitable for said occasion?  

I check the weather for the Friday night bash and see a winter weather advisory. Yes! Snow would be the easy way out. It appears I will receive a holiday bonus after all.

dVerse host Kim’s November for Beginners.

“I would like you to write a story [144 words] that includes the following line(s) from that poem: ‘Snow would be the easy way out’.”

Old Roads

Schoneiche, Germany

Erice, Sicily

New Roads in Old City (Prague)

Cee’s CWWC – any which way in black and white photography

Comforting Clouds

Soft cloud comforters
Envelop the brilliant sun 
Permitting a glimpse



RDP Monday: BRILLIANT

Ancient Ruins

I search for the symmetry once defining these ancient ruins
Precise as any modern day engineering 
Envision it…
Slaves moving stone
Skilled craftsmen pounding ancient tools
The plans coming to fruition
Imagine it…
Immense grandeur perched atop a mountain 
Surrounded by trees bearing olives and almonds
Picture it…
As the enemy approaches

Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #336 – Search and Lens-Artists Challenge #274 – Asymmetry hosted by Donna at windkisses.com

Close to Nature

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge (CMMC) – Close Up or Macro

Magic Bubbles

In my hand
is a magic wand 
Blow…

Poof!
Prismatic bubbles 
deliver
pure joy

W3 Prompt #79: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Deanna, prompts us to: “Write a ‘Septolet’ that refers to something that is held, something that one might hold.”

Pumpkin Patch

Awaiting their fate
They sit in the pumpkin patch
The children circle
To pick the perfect pumpkin
For a Jack-o-Lantern face

Jack-O-Lantern

Halloween pumpkin
Adores the laughing children
Come to Trick or Treat
For Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 6

Finger Puppets

Image credit; Alexas_Fotos @ Pixabay
Three little finger puppets
Rise above the stage
The puppet master says to them
“please don’t be afraid”
I know humans are scary
As each often wear a frown
But one look at the three of you
Will turn them upside down

Sadje’s What do you see # 210

I Am Here


The pain
Must be intense and unbearable
You hid it well for awhile
Somehow dissociated from the reality
But I see it now
I hear it in your voice
A melody in a shriek
I yearn to ease your burden
But I cannot change the truth
Just know that I am here
To provide some lightness in intensity
A warm hug
An attentive ear
A welcome diversion
Just know that I am here

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #304 and Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #335 – Dissociate