black and white
Canada geese fly
united
by instinct
divided only when one
leaves the formation
—–
Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge at Poetic Asides
Day three prompt “united/divided”
Also posted at B & Ps Shadorma & Beyond
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Voices of Praise
by Vincent van Gogh
I sit at the edge of this field in the shadow of a church steeple. The voices of the faithful flow from open windows and I can imagine each head bowed in humble supplication. Their knees bent adoringly as dim candle light flickers from brass sconces.
I raise my face to the sun and with a choir of sparrows worship in the light of creation.
under the bright sun
all of creation sings praise
voices joined in glee
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Today is Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub
frosted grass haiku
silver jewels
on flamboyant green spikes
frosted grass
——-
The first prompt for Nov over at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is “frosted grass”
a journey haiku
the best journey is
one with no destination
just enlightenment
—- It’s the final day of OctPoWriMo. What a great journey it has been!
Write On Down the Road
there is no end to this blank road
no rest-stopping on the map
it’s a trap
slows me down, find a noun
to fill up the gap
sing, jog, dance, prance, love in ink
push words to the brink
——
Today at d’Verse Poets Pub we’re listening to some cool jazz.
Thanks to Bjorn for this Open Link Night
I decided to try another Melancholia
The End of the Road(show)
found pieces
salvaged
inherited
heirlooms
yard sales
waiting in
s
n
a
k
e
y
lines filled with folks
wearing comfy shoes
and colorful shirts
hoping they will
be sitting at the blue
table with grandmother’s
(fill in the blank) before the
Roadshow
ends
Imagine That
This summer Robert Lee Brewer had introduced the poetic form Decina on his Poetic Asides blog.Then in Aug, he issued a challenge. This one got third place. Toot!
On summer days I climb a tree
I sit on branches high and wide
Pretend that I could take a ride
upon a ship that sails the sea
Or maybe I would like to be
An astronaut in outer space
Talk to a moon man face-to-face
And then my branch becomes a mare
Go galloping without a care
Til mother calls me to home base
©Candace Kubinec
Pride in a sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence
The pride in that tide was the reason surfers dared to hang ten on its back.
—–
first day of school haiku
unbroken chalk waits
beneath freshly washed blackboards
children in their seats
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Time Loop
somewhere around the bend
is where our tomorrow lies
bend my mind around your
lies until it comes unwound
your smile will bind the pieces
unwound the clock of today
pieces fall in pools of time
today lags far behind
time on the path to somewhere
—–
the OctPoWri Mo challenge today is to write a loop poem where the last word in the first line is the first in the third a the last of the second is the first of rhe fourth and so on.
I certainly found it to be challenging – at least I gave it a shot.
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