A mermaid’s last wish;Feet to explore the landscape;Her flippers transform. Prompted by Ronavon Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge .
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Walk Away
Walk away — a feeble attempt to circumvent reality. Your “happy face” surely incongruent with your circumstances. My nod reveals understanding and my empathy is genuine. But, the turbulence you attempt to escape is only compounded by your cowardice. Prompted by Misky at https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/2023/05/02/twiglet-323/.
Building On The Sand
They are building high-rises on the sand, while the powers that be look the other way. Denying that water will take over the land; that a monster storm could develop any day. What do they expect to pass? As their buildings shall not rise as a ship’s hull; Instead they will shatter like fragile glass;Continue reading “Building On The Sand”
Pygmy Owl
A formidable place;I choose to reside;But it serves as protection;While I am inside.I thank the woodpecker;For the hole it had made;In the tall cactus;Where my nest I have laid.So small am I;A savory meal for some;Yet a symbol of wisdom;I’ve somehow become.And from my high perch;I can easily see;A tasty songbird;In a neighboring tree. WrittenContinue reading “Pygmy Owl”
Evening Primrose
By day, you are discrete and mysterious;Mutely listening to the bustling sounds around you;But refusing to engage with even the prettiest butterfly.Like the evening primrose,Your petals unfurl at dusk;You transform into a thing of beauty;Attracting the rare moth;And surrounding yourself with creatures of the night. As prompted by W3 Prompt #53: Wea’ve Written Weekly poetContinue reading “Evening Primrose”
Spelled Out
Meant to take a different route;Am I lost?Pondering my predicament.Meandering about, but I seem to needA directive of some sort;Perhaps there is a clue.Missing something obvious;As if it is spelled out for me;Puzzling to be sure. Prompted by dVerse host whimsygizmo – “Mapping. Mapped. Map it out. Write all over the map. Be a mapmaker.Continue reading “Spelled Out”
Rolling Stone
A stone rolls along;In the river’s gentle flow;It’s a long journey.Many obstacles;Bumps and bruises to be sure;Stuck and then set free.As flow turns rapid;The stone’s progress evident;Destination known.Other precious stones;Resting on the riverbed;Tranquil trickle touch. Prompted by https://ronovanwrites.com/2023/04/24/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-459-river-and-rolls/
He Wears Black
You bring beauty, brilliance and buoyancy;But he wears black.You show broadmindedness, benevolence and boundlessness;But he broods in black.You are brave, brainy and balanced;But he’s bemused in black.You are breathtaking, beguiling and beloved;But he’s bleak in black;You have believed, begged, and bartered; But his betrayal has born black.You have blamed, blasted and banished,But he is backContinue reading “He Wears Black”
Be the Rhythm
Living life in a bottle;As the world gyrates to its frenetic beat.Hips start swaying;Feet start tapping;Time to go bang the drum. dVerse host Punam prompts us to write a poem incorporating two song titles by Linda Perry.
Path Of Change
I have walked this path all winter. Lackluster is how I would describe it, but it is an easy stroll and provides much needed leg stretching. The rains have come and I dare walk the path; a muddy river bottom. I see little shoots of green beginning to rise from the soil and the treesContinue reading “Path Of Change”
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