Books and Poetry
Native perennials;
Treasure their home in the garden of life.
Thriving -
Their roots tucked into soil
in harmonious glory with the earth.
Revealing their joy through sprouted heads;
Communing with critters
that gather in celebration;
Sharing bits of themselves,
as honeybees pepper their blooms.
dVerse host Punam challenges us to “write a verse of exact 44 words (excluding the title) using pepper or any form of the word like peppering, peppered or peppermint.” Quadrille:Pass the pepper please!
Useless piercing thoughts –
harmless, yet painful;
An interminable side stitch.
Prompted by Weekend Writing Prompt #313 – Stitch
A balmy evening.
Lounging inside the screened porch;
A good book in hand;
A glass of red wine in reach;
‘Til bird song fades in twilight.
Prompted by “W3 Prompt #56: Wea’ve Written Weekly” poet of the week, Suzette: “Write: A) a haiku, OR: B) a tanka on the theme of ‘a favorite way to relax / unwind.’”
“Tanka is a classic form of Japanese poetry related to the haiku with five unrhymed lines of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. (5, 7, 5, 7, 7).”
Yes I grow older
But my inner child lingers
Wild and untethered
Prompted by https://ronovanwrites.com/2023/05/22/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-463-child-and-grow/
Reposting this piece of prose from 2021 in response to “Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – #143 – 5/16/23 – Picturesque.”
It all starts with a vigorous walk in the woods. An opportunity to stretch my legs and get my heart and lungs pumping after a prolonged period of sedentary isolation. I divert from my usual route (a wide, moderately traveled path) and follow a narrow animal trail along the creek. The diversion helps get me out of my head. I immerse myself in nature, inhaling the scent of damp earth and admiring the early spring wildflowers that dot the landscape.
It must have been fairly late when I broke free from my tomb, as the darkness now descends quickly. I know my way around these woods and have no difficulty making my way back to the wide path. As I emerge from the animal trail, I intend to take the left turn that will lead me back to the security of my prison, but to the right there is firelight and the sound of laughter. I know it is them. My instinct is to flee as I always do. My feet, however, appear to have a mind of their own.
I walk toward the firelight. Of course they know I am coming. The banter and laughter continue, but there is an underlying anticipatory tone. I cautiously make my way to the clearing and stand among them. The communication ebbs as eyes fall upon me. It has been a long time since I have stood in their presence. I know I am a pathetic sight. I, having once been their leader.
We had flown together, disbursing our magic among the unfortunate. A thankless job, I grew tired and weary and could lead no more. I withdrew from the fairies, despite their efforts to console me. I isolated myself in the woods; my wings lying limp. I have no desire to reclaim my position, but I miss my family and the loneliness weighs me down. Do I dare ask their forgiveness? They are waiting.
Mirror gazing, I am told will
Evoke compassion toward the person reflected there;
Diminish fear of failure and inadequacy;
Illuminate insecurities and release them;
Train acceptance through an
Attentive mind;
Target a deeper understanding of
Insight and intuition;
Open my mind to
New possibilities.
Prompted by dVerse host, Merrill’s “Quadrille: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall” and “W3 Prompt #55: Wea’ve Written Weekly” poet of the week, Punam.
A perfect marriage? Almost… Just a few idiosyncrasies that marred the otherwise harmonious existence between them. A little coolness at the other’s touch. A snappy retort at the other’s constructive criticism. If only they had disclosed the demons of their past. [Skeletons lurking beneath the surface. Their grins wide and mouths gaping with stories untold.]
Kindred spirits they were, yet the reticent couple never knew that their partner had endured an upbringing of comparable unfortunate circumstances. A deeper connection and great empathy would the couple have realized from a simple transaction of shared secrets. [Nothing is simple about secrets.]
Prompted by “May 9: Story Challenge in 99-words” at carrotranch.com.
Light drenches the earth
In a waterfall of stars
Bask in its cascade
Prompted by Rebecca’s “May 2023 Poetry Challenge.”
Pathways -
Winding endlessly.
For what purpose?
Affording a tedious ramble.
Wearisome.
Pathways -
Promise adventure.
Those mysterious avenues;
Delivering the invigorating escapade.
Thrilling!
Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Sadje, prompts us to “write an ‘elfchen’ poem; [e]xtra challenge: write a second elfchen poem, which opposes the first one.”
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