Books and Poetry
By the river a lazy lunch
It’s mid-morning so more like brunch
The mice don’t care the time of day
Pack up the food and move elsewhere
But river otters find me there
Or are they giant rats at play?
Nutria I am told they’re called
As up the bank their bodies crawl
Chasing dogs and people away.
Prompted by Murisopsis – “Looking for Scavengers”.
“Write a Nove Otto referencing mice and rats.” I realize I neglected to make the eight syllable counts per line isosyllabic (except for one).😉
Stay
Away
Buttinsky
And find yourself
You may be clever
But lacking in wisdom
The things that don’t concern you
Seem to be irresistible
What void must you be trying to fill
Stay away buttinsky and find yourself
W3 Prompt #78: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Suzanne prompts us to: “Share an emotion of yours in a ‘Dectina Refrain’ poem.”
I chose to voice annoyance over a “buttinsky”, inspired by Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge. “A buttinsky is a person who butts in, interrupts, or interferes; a busybody, a meddler. This person’s obsession or lifelong goal is to interfere in the lives of all the people they know.”
For Cee’s Any which way with Autumn or Spring Colors and Dawn’s Festival of Leaves 2023: Week 5
I shiver in the cold Autumn air. It is Sunday morning and I am awaiting the train at a quiet station surrounded by forest. I’m on the outskirts of Berlin heading to Prague. A few deep breaths of fresh, cool air as I gaze over the empty tracks shrouded in mist. The train approaches and the chaos of urban life resumes.
Autumn air chilling
Warm train appearing through mist
Doors seal out silence
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 5
We are so convinced we are right,
while those that oppose us believe the same.
Are we truly the woke,
and they the insane?
We marvel at the number of them,
supporters of the deranged.
While us and they are equally appalled
by how perspectives have not (or have) changed.
dVerse host Björn prompts us to write from a collective point of view
Red pomegranates
Heavy on italian trees
Juicy jewel seeds
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry challenge No. 4
Assessing my surroundings
An unfamiliar intersection
This city is astounding
And I’ve wandered without direction
I’ll just hail a taxi
Explain where I want to go
I hop onto the back seat
And admit that I don’t know
It’s one of those hotels
An old building by the river
The taxi he propels
With a promise to deliver
I hear the driver chuckle
As we reach the riverfront
Consider this a puzzle
A game of “Hotel Hunt”
For the hotels here are numerous
And many look the same
My dead phone would find this humorous
As only it would know the name
The driver’s eyes show doubt
As back and forth we ride
“The bridge!” I suddenly shout
“It’s on the other side.”
I thank him for his kindness
And across the bridge I bound
But the hotel I left mindless
Remained lost and never found
Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Surroundings
Val’s Looking for Scavengers at Murisopsis. I chose to “[u]se the rhyme scheme a/b/a/b, c/d/c/d, etc. and the words lost and found.”
I am at the airport preparing to travel overseas. Hoping this does not happen during my travels… 😁
A beautiful ride to the top of Beech Mountain, NC with 360 degree views and a bar. Definitely no more than one drink! Other than for sightseeing, the ski slopes are used for mountain biking during the off-season.
A two day trip on The Zephyr train from Oakland, California to Denver, Colorado. Just lovely!
A Disney attraction. The balloon rose, but was tethered to a cable.
For $20, you can go round and round with lots of stops along the way.
For Cee’s Which Way Challenge (CWWC).
Almost twenty years ago, we sold our first house and bought an acre of land out in the country. Old farmland was converted into a quiet suburban neighborhood where my husband built our new home. At the entrance to our new neighborhood sits a large working farm. Over the past twenty years, the city has worked its way into suburbia and the small adjacent towns are rapidly transforming into small cities of their own. Each year the neighboring farm harvests corn or soybeans from their large fields. Each year following the harvest, I hope beyond hope not to discover a “For Sale” sign.
Farm fields buffering
Further urban encroachment
A matter of time
W3 Prompt #75: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Suzette, prompts us to: “Compose a poem on the theme of: What ‘harvest’ means to you.”
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Time
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