haiku

haiku

red tail hawk circles
searching the backyard feeder
unlucky sparrow


red tail hawk circles
lucky chipmunk stays hidden
blue jay calls warning

Day 13 prompt for PAD at https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-13 is lucky/unlucky

The Kraken

Day 9 at NaPoWriMo has us composing to-do lists

https://www.napowrimo.net/day-nine-7/

The Kraken

1 daily yoga stretches to keep all limbs flexible

2 morning devotional reading of Tennyson’s poem about me

3 light snack of fishes that swim around me

4 read family history in Old Norse Mythology

5 watch favorite version of me in Pirates of the Caribbean

6 prepare for dinner by opening and closing jaws

7 burst from the bottom of the sea and swallow some fishermen

8 find my antacids

9 listen to folk song about me

10 play Age of Mythology for an hour

11 read my favorite bedtime story, Monster Mission (sometimes I am a good guy)

12 sleep, to wake again and rise in hunger from the ocean’s depths

A Night for Lost Souls

A Night for Lost Souls

It was a clear winter night with
spotty stars covering the sky and
just a sliver of white moon showing

It was a cold winter night with
Only the arms of my quilted jacket
wrapped around me for warmth

It was a lonely winter night with
no one to listen to the wishes I
made to the stars high above

It was the kind of night that I
thought I might lose my soul
until I heard the owl call my name


I used the line, “I heard the owl call my name” from the book of the same title by Margaret Craven

Day Six

Gossip

Gossip

I hear them in the tall pine trees
large crows that look like splats of
black ink on the branches,
gossiping loudly among themselves
There is no need for them to whisper, theirs is a language
I will never understand
I wonder if they speak of murder

Chaos

Chaos

A glass of wine – or two
and some smooth jazz sent me
spinning into a world of Giant
Amoeba and exploding neurons
A colorful world with ever changing landscapes,
exotic, erotic flowers, menacing rocks and boulders
I ran as fast as I could, but my feet
became planted beside a river of
flowing, neon flower petals where glowing, shapeless creatures
came to pick the fruit from my branches
until I was naked and shivering
It was then that your gentle touch lifted me
out of the chaos and back to the warmth of your heart

Day One

Secrets

Secrets

They think that I have been left behind
to do this menial task, as if being
punished for being a women.
They think their comings and goings
make them more important than
a woman who stays at home
But they don’t know the power I posses,
and wonder why, at the end of the day,
their feet are sore and blistered


Inspired by A Month’s Darning (1876) painted by Enoch Wood Perry
In response to the prompt at NaPoWriMo.net

Almost There – and an Early-Bird Prompt

Not Alone

Not Alone

I am never really alone
Sometimes
I hear the call of geese
passing
overhead as they migrate North or South, or feel a
breeze
as it brushes the trees. They wave to me and
whisper
the secrets of the forest, of birds, of beasts,
of you

* Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.