Do not bee about my back window a prize of pollinating puffiness, a buff genus bee-ness, insecta inflectaGet to work on the tomato plants, pedal those petals, buzz those buds Don’t you understand what’s going on around here? Under much enthusiasm and gravity with its attending salty sea level my household waits for florid, thin […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #359
A haiku first linethe mix of seasons and lifeeach year on repeatspring summer fall and wintersymbols count as syllables And my husband’s: Contrails, lanes, words, ageposition, series, brands atrisk, lines mixed give course
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #358
Rapid on the wingWheeling and plunging for bugsFive purple martins And my husband’s contribution: Rivers, life have choicesRapids then plunge or ratherPlunge then rapid, choose… But I like what he wrote first: Rivers like life areRapid then plungePlunge then rapid
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #357 and #356, because I was a slacker last week
high and tight haircutbarber’s memory refreshedthose old air force days Monday morning runthe endorphins will refresha natural high #356: Every April red breasted grosbeaks stop at our feeder in Jackson, TN during their migration north. My high school friend living in Elmira, NY posted pictures on Facebook of her first sighting of grosbeaks at her […]
April 28
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.
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 […]
