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/
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #351
a seismic tremorhelps predict an eruptionthere is no comfort the smell of sulfurmagma waiting to eruptnever comfort here Kilauea eruptsGoddess Pele is angryComfort is a dream Here is a link to Ronovan’s challenge:https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/03/29/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-351-comfort-and-erupt
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt # 350
Hushed melancholyA robin’s far off chirpThe weekend’s twilight That spring time chorusChitter, chatter, chirp and cheepEven past twilight
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Right around midnightA voice see you later thenMust have been the moon
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #349
The dahlia does notdrop its soft purple petalsthey turn to crisp bronze One Monday momentafter the wren’s crisp scoldinga sparrow’s soft song I am late posting this week, because we had no internet or cable: Internet is downIs anybody out there?A mockingbird gloatsIt has become crisp and clearI am soft and dependent Here’s a link […]
Poems in a Pocket
A set of pillow cases from Target were folded up tight in a little cotton pocket. Every pocket needs a poem, so with April being National Poetry Month, I will write my month’s poems on index cards and store them in this new little pouch. a cotton pouch fornational poetry monthpillows and poems index card […]
One spring
I was a daffodilBaptized in the rain, I prayed yellow The tulips trembled, but mylot was the sky No perfumy scent for meI bathed in sunlight My petals sculpted from astar and unnecessary happiness I was confidence. poetry andpart of a golden host One of hundreds or thousandsnever lonely and eternally spring My mother’s favorite […]
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