hard sugar shell
sweet gumminess within
red jellybean
Carpe Diem #909 Sweetness
prompts by Hamish
The Fisherman
(photo by Gabriella)
The old man had fished trout steams all over the country. He had the best tackle money could buy, everything his many guides had recommended. He’d fished in clear mountain streams and beside raging rivers. He’s caught salmon, walleye, perch, and pike.
Now in retirement he has met his match. Every morning he sits along the stream in the little town near his home, patiently casting his line over and over, trying to catch the elusive trout that live in its deep pools.
finding refuge
under an old stone bridge
native trout
——
Haibun Monday # 6 at d’Verse
hearing
standing in line
hiss of cappuccino maker
anticipation
——
swish of tires
outside my window
rainy afternoon
——-
on my lap
purring white kitten
meditation
—–
Carpe Diem #908 Hearing
prompts by Hamish
sweetness
Collaboration for Peace – 6
It’s Sunday (actually it’s Saturday but I’m traveling all day Sunday and won’t be able to post) which means another Collaboration For Peace! Mishand I are happy to share our creations and hope that they can inspire you in some small way.
(photo by Mish)
Peace Comes
peace comes not from inky
words on paper
or notes sung by choirs of angels
it comes instead when two souls
reach across the gap of
their differences
to find commonality
© candace kubinec
Chertia
on a rainy afternoon
the sky is wrapped
in a gray wooly blanket
across the garden
tree branches sway
in a solemn dance
——
Bastet has intoduced the poetry form Cherita
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond – January 30
Wipers
long black arms
keeping rhythm
squeak,flop
squeak, flop
squeak, flop
trying vainly to
wipe away the
falling raindrops
on our windshield
as we count the miles to home
—-
IMAGE-ine: d’Verse – Meeting The Bar
Victoria has challenged us to write a poem in the style of imagism
Word Weary
this poem is a little
stained
strained and
stretched
across the page
it’s been reworked
reformed
reimagined
rolled up
ironed out
let out – taken in
unravelled
stitched to
gether
crinkled in my pocket
erased and re-
scribbled
in crayon
this poem is
just
worn-
out
—-
the Wednesday prompt at Poetic Asides today is – stained
raindrops
raindrops
trickle down the window on a chilly winter day leaving the sharp edges blurry
trees and sky collide
——
the challenge at Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille is to write a one-bun
Eloquent Liar
she had a gift
that something special
all who heard her
speak believed
and seemed un-
able to think for
themselves
she was smooth like
polished copper
her smile was
genuine, her touch
warm and welcoming
oh, yes –
you were sure you
were her best friend
her confidante
she was the person-
ification of
mendaciloquent
I would have
fallen for her lies
too – if she were not
me
——
Just Jot It January 27th – mendaciloquent (quite a challenge!)
