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Until Spring

Indian summerConquered by winter’s resolveI sit quietlyWrapped in a woolen blanketWhile waves crash upon the shoreI rise from my perchA final walk on the beachLeft behind till springLone cold feet imprint the sandGulls cry lamentful goodbyes I pass through sand dunesPast sparkling freshwater pondsWild geese preen feathersIndifferent to the chillWhile I shiver in protest RDPContinue reading “Until Spring”

Comforting Clouds

Soft cloud comfortersEnvelop the brilliant sun Permitting a glimpse RDP Monday: BRILLIANT

Ancient Ruins

I search for the symmetry once defining these ancient ruinsPrecise as any modern day engineering Envision it…Slaves moving stoneSkilled craftsmen pounding ancient toolsThe plans coming to fruitionImagine it…Immense grandeur perched atop a mountain Surrounded by trees bearing olives and almondsPicture it…As the enemy approaches Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #336 – Search and Lens-Artists Challenge #274Continue reading “Ancient Ruins”

Magic Bubbles

In my handis a magic wand Blow…Poof!Prismatic bubbles deliverpure 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 fateThey sit in the pumpkin patchThe children circleTo pick the perfect pumpkinFor a Jack-o-Lantern face Jack-O-Lantern Halloween pumpkinAdores the laughing childrenCome to Trick or Treat For Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 6

Finger Puppets

Three little finger puppetsRise above the stageThe puppet master says to them“please don’t be afraid”I know humans are scaryAs each often wear a frownBut one look at the three of youWill turn them upside down Sadje’s What do you see # 210

I Am Here

The painMust be intense and unbearableYou hid it well for awhileSomehow dissociated from the realityBut I see it nowI hear it in your voiceA melody in a shriekI yearn to ease your burdenBut I cannot change the truthJust know that I am hereTo provide some lightness in intensityA warm hugAn attentive earA welcome diversionJust knowContinue reading “I Am Here”

Nutria

By the river a lazy lunchIt’s mid-morning so more like brunchThe mice don’t care the time of dayPack up the food and move elsewhereBut river otters find me thereOr are they giant rats at play?Nutria I am told they’re calledAs up the bank their bodies crawlChasing dogs and people away. Prompted by Murisopsis – “LookingContinue reading “Nutria”

Stay Away

StayAwayButtinskyAnd find yourselfYou may be cleverBut lacking in wisdomThe things that don’t concern youSeem to be irresistibleWhat void must you be trying to fillStay 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 choseContinue reading “Stay Away”

A Haibun: Awaiting the Train

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 andContinue reading “A Haibun: Awaiting the Train”