Crushed

Blind are those who wield the power to balance the scales of justice. Laws written to protect the powerless are misinterpreted in favor of the autocratic or ripped to shreds. The house of cards topplesUnder weight of king’s goldHis subjects crushed  W3 Prompt #180: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Reena, prompts us to: “WriteContinue reading “Crushed”

Hay(na)ku Series

Romantic love: Two A tangle Wrapped in now Familial love: Brood Tough work Held with joy Self love: I Choose me Faults and all Unrequited love: You Want me To part ways Enduring/Timeless Love: Here Us two For all time W3 Prompt #179: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Michelle, prompts is to write a Hay(na)ku series onContinue reading “Hay(na)ku Series”

Remembering Hurricane Helene

Utter stillness until she arrives with little warning of the disaster she unleashes upon the mountains in a fury of floods that cause land to slide and houses to topple into bloated rivers that wash away everything but the survivors who observe the wreckage in stunned silence W3 Prompt #178: Wea’ve Written Weekly hosted by poet of the week, Jaideep. HigherContinue reading “Remembering Hurricane Helene”

Deserted

I walk the empty park trails Winding a serene lake One lone fisherman perched at shore A deserted bench yearning for comfort I feel the waning warmth upon bare skin Listen to northern breezes rustle tree leaves Heed the warning of cold days ahead W3 Prompt #177: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Lisa, promptsContinue reading “Deserted”

A Chōka: Burdens Recast

Early morning fog Encircles the lone giant Dew weighs heavily The cedar weeps under strain Droplets roll down limbs They cling to tips of needles Refusing to fall Rays of sun break through the gloom  Each branch bejeweled with diamonds Dawn brings perspective In light of new beginnings Burdens are recast Enchantment hewn from sorrowsContinue reading “A Chōka: Burdens Recast”

Tanka Puente: Reminiscence

Much reminiscence Triggered by evening showers Smell of petrichor Touch of early autumn breeze Transports me back to childhood  The true art of memory is the art of attention. * Lakeside wandering Vociferous bullfrogs croak Mist covered mountains Bittersweet farewells proclaimed As summer slyly retreats deVerse Quadrille #231: Making Much of Poems, hosted by De Jackson. TankaTuesdayContinue reading “Tanka Puente: Reminiscence”