Books and Poetry
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
Caged bird, I hear your song -
sad and lamenting.
How I wish I could mend your mutilated wings
so you may fly high above the hills
over which your tune disseminates.
Free birds hear your fearful trill
while mindlessly soaring among the clouds,
but a free bird cannot truly fathom
a desperate cry for freedom.
Written for dVerse host Kim’s Poetics: Dead Poets Society
“Your challenge today is to read three poems by dead poets and respond to ONE of them in your own way.”
I chose to write a poem in response to Caged Bird by Maya Angelou 1928 (St. Louis, Missouri) – 2014 (Winston-Salem, North Carolina).
A changing of the season, evidence abound
As leaves fall to forest floor, blithely emerging
While others wither away, their heads uplifted
Daring us to take a bite; a photo will do.
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 2
Ragtag Daily Prompt RDP Monday: SEASON
JJJ Interactive Books