I always feel the sky is trying to tell me something.The refrigerator, too. with its hum humming.Maybe it’s saying the pickle jar is leaking. I planted two tomato plants. The variety is called Juliet.I also planted two bell pepper plants. They are not called Romeo,but I wish they were.
Month: April 2021
The grass is
as green as moneyfertilizerweed killeraeration- yep, air is not free “The butterfly bush is working,” I exclaimed. “I saw a lady bug on it!”“But did you see a butterfly?” you asked.Picky, picky The Yoshino cherry tree out back has produced tiny cherries that I am hoping will attract cedar waxwings. In Tennessee that’s like waiting […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #355
Cicadas are waaay ugly bugs that emerge out of the ground every 13 or 17 years. The males climb on trees, cling to the bark and make a LOUD buzzing noise to attract the females. Honestly, the word buzzing does not really cut it. Jackhammer may be more appropriate. Here in Tennessee July and August […]
Ronovan Writes Haiku Poetry Prompt #354
Monday mourn-ing dovethe first form at the feeder6:15 sunrise a link to his site: https://ronovanwrites.com/ And my husband’s entry: Must stay true to formStocks, Crypto, Las Vegas betLess you want to mourn
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt # 353
Trying to make a left hand turn out of the Kroger parking lot Ron called a man driving slow an asshole. I said, “Don’t say that. He’s someone’s grandpa.” “He’s not a grandpa.”—–turning—–“Okay. Well. I’m sorry.” How swift to condemnBranch out past your parking lotEven for grandpa No tree branch for usWe can nest in […]
Report from the Birdfeeder/Natl. Poetry Month
Inspired by Report from the Birdfeeder p. 90 in Works & Days by Bernadette Mayer Birdfeeder I am a bird feedersong bird mix on the deck railingmeal worms in the metal dishwho will get them first?this morning it was the bluebird pairyesterday it was the mockingbirdOne mockingbirdOne falling cherry blossomOne house finchTuesday I broke my […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #352
Yep, it is springtimeMy husband has the sneezesMy cat, the fleases Springtime peace untilmy neighbor sneezes so loudeven the fleas jump Something that you feel will find its own form Jack Kerouac Midnight peculiarWhat you feel will find its formDoes a flea sneeze? A link to the challenge: https://ronovanwrites.com/
Thank you
Thank you to Paul Szlosek for including one of my poems in the Virtual Poetorium. There are plenty of poems to read, interviews and creativity. A great way to begin National Poetry Month. Here’s the link: https://playground.poetry.blog/2021/03/31/the-virtual-poetorium-for-march-30th-2021/
