white blossoms shining
in the dusky hours of night
summer incense wafts
jasmine
alert
short tail flashes white
sending out alert signal
doe and fawn retreat
Hope Survives
A beast roars and
People cowar but do not
Lose themselves
Young, old, rich, poor
United in stripes
Held together by faith
Trusting in unseen forces
Hope hanging on barbed wire
Storms (an Essence)
watching storms in wonder
flash performs with thunder
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the Essence was created by Emily Romano and consists of two line of six syllables each
there is an internal rhyme and an ending rhyme
Spiraling
Even a gentle breeze will cause
me to stumble, starger down
this tilted, angled staircase
Cracks hamper my decent
and my instincts tell me to
stay awake, alert for the
spirits who cling to the
underside of these steps
waiting for me to go astray
Will they catch me, save me,
keep me from bruising my shins
and my ego or will they just
smile
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Kitchen Sililoquy
by Johannes Vermeer
A bit of bread
A splash of milk
Secret spices
Mother’s ancient recipe
To fill the children’s
Empty stomachs
sweep – a Haiku
I was excited to find three small, black swallowtail caterpillars on the dill in my garden last week. By Friday there was only one and on Saturday that one was gone too. The cycle of life, sigh.
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striped caterpillar
swept away by feathered foe
nature provides fare
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Stone Mason
I built a wall around you to
keep you safe to
protect you
from imagined dangers
I built it longer –
others could look but
not touch your beauty or
feel your tenderness
could not hear the song in
your soul or taste the
lusciousness of you
I built it higher –
you withered
you grew suspicious
and held your secrets close
I built a wall around you and
you seeped out through
fissures cleft by time
until my wall crumbled
and you began to thrive
I Know You
She patienly waits for the
opus of birdsong, the
laughter of sunshine, the
curious wonders in
her backyard –
but is tolerant of rain
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my six words are –
patient, curious, tolerant
laughter, birdsong, sunshine
The Philosophy of Bingo at a Nursing Home
It’s not about winning –
although that’s nice too –
it’s about following rules,
being helpful to neighbors who
can’t hear, can’t see, or can’t understand
It’s hopeful anticipation,
statring over, having a
lucky number,
lucky rabbit’s foot,
lucky socks
It’s about community and
friendships – losing but not
giving up
It’s diversion, escape,
fun
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