Carpe Diem #938 Iris leaves
In the Way of Basho – pseudo-science
~
jasmine
blooming at night
like the moon
A place for poems and pics
Carpe Diem #938 Iris leaves
In the Way of Basho – pseudo-science
~
jasmine
blooming at night
like the moon
Carpe Diem #937 – Robe
In the Way of Basho – pun
~
yellow monster
hiding in my garden
snapdragon
Carpe Diem #936 – Forest
In the Way of Basho – paradox
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black sky
moonbeam breaks through
spotlight
Carpe Diem #935 – Cicada
In the Way of Basho – riddle
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dark clouds
passing overhead
flock of birds
Bouts-Rimes Revisited; Meeting the Bar
over at d’Verse Poets
—–
he asked me to stay
and then he just sits
staring at a screen to play
some computer game, battle wits
with other cyber-nerd misfits
we live like some tv comedy
there’s even a neighbor who flits
in and out to share the tragedy
of her life but never looks me in the eye
if I was really smart
I’d start to cry
mope and sigh as if he’d broken my heart
instead I write these words with a moan
while my heart slowly turns to stone
d’Verse Poetics – Choose a Line
Naomi Shihab Nye
from “Burning the Old Year” – lists of vegetables, partial poems
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I think I might be a writer
ink pumps under
my skin
letters leak
from the corners
of my eyes
I produce
“lists of vegetables,
partial poems “-
flash fiction with
barely a spark,
to-do (or not) to-do
list after list
I pen my pal and
she pens me
I dream in fiction
and wake in my
own memoir
Words and photo combine across the miles to bring you today’s collaboration.

photo by Candy
Overcast
Darkness is a veil
Masking moonbeams
Casting shadows over
Rays of hope
Reach deep
Light is more powerful
Than shadows of doubt passing
Reach deep
And peace will overcome
(c) Mish at mishunderstood
Mag 308

~
in a moment
as brief as a kiss
lives change
Carpe Diem #931 – Bridge
In the Way of Basho
tiny minnows
swim under the bridge
I cross over
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I’m not too sure this fits the technique.
I picked a blossom from the tree
and put it in my hair for thee
but you were blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there
You did not see my tears that day
or hear me whisper, “please, just stay”
I bowed my head as if in prayer
I was alone still, standing there
Only the robin in her nest
Replied to my ardent request
She seemed to understand despair
I was alone still, standing there
The sun went down, the moon arose
the stars put on fantastic shows
but I was blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there
I picked a blossom from the tree
I was alone still, standing there
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Another form challenge from Bastet at MLMM – the Kyrielle Sonnet
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