Carpe Diem #1250 Autumn Colors

Autumn Colors – photo by Kyle Bonallo
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summer retreat
sits empty
mice remain
A place for poems and pics
Carpe Diem #1250 Autumn Colors

Autumn Colors – photo by Kyle Bonallo
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summer retreat
sits empty
mice remain
Poems of Garden Gnomes – FORM FRIDAY – TANKA
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Morning Tanka
dawn arrives in pink
spread across the horizon
a sparkling gem
replacing the dark blanket
night tossed over the garden
d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB — The Acrostic
Frank has us writing ‘letters’
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Thoughtful You
This crazy life
Had me spinning
Out of control
Unsure where to
Go – what to do next
Hope was just a flicker
Trying to chase darkness
Failing to comfort me
Until you offered
Love
FASHION ME YOUR WORDS TO ~ stretch the imagination
Pondering natural disasters today
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Hurricane
Mother Moon placed her
howling baby into the calm water
a bath to sooth the child’s tantrum
but baby splashed and kicked in rage
the water rose up, frothy
and toy cities filled with people
were tossed and buffeted about
small cars floated like boats
roads became rivers
until the child wore itself out
fell asleep amid the ruins
PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN YOUR HEART…
Who doesn’t love Garden Gnomes
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Just Us
It started like a bonfire
burning wildly in the night
threatening to become
uncontrollable, dangerous
a conflagration
consuming us both
but we held tight – wouldn’t
let go until the flame became
our friend, warming us
comforting us, drawing us close
and now that flame burns steadily
a constant glow
lighting the dark places
a beacon to guide us home
a fire that will not die
as long two hearts beat
Carpe Diem #1243 In The Beginning (Paul Klee, 1916)

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two hands clasp
the night blooms with color
love begins
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Border
Grace has us contemplating borders in the Pub
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Unbound
I built a little border
around my herb garden
moss covered bricks
reclaimed from a long
forgotten sidewalk
In my garden I planted
dill, chamomile, thyme
and oregano in straight lines
I made a chart so everyone
would see what an orderly
gardener I was, and think
highly of me
I was proud
The dill and chamomile spread
willy-nilly throughout the
flopping oregano that
threatened to smother
the humble thyme
each plant deciding for
itself where it would grow
I removed the little border
of bricks and set my garden free
I was happy
Short Apology
it was a short retort
you know –
the kind that sounds
like a snort
but it’s not
more like a blurt
not intended to hurt
your feelings
but it did
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Posted this over at Poems of Garden Gnomes. It’s a new (or should I say re-newed) place for all you poets out there. Check it out.
Carpe Diem #1242 Rhythm – Joie de Vivre (Robert Delaunay

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crow flying above
shapes in the cornfield
crop circles
Carpe Diem #1241 Exposure (Antony Gormley)

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changing climate
steel man awaits its fate
rising seas