Category: National Poetry Writing Month

Blurred Images

While in Alexandria a few weekends ago, I snapped this photo with my iPhone, through the rain-slicked window of a moving bus. I almost discarded this frame, until I looked beyond the droplets, to the hustling bustling masses descending from the King Street Station…

In Vino Veritas

Leaving Avignon, a sad “adieu,” Province would, all too soon, become a dream, Settling in ‘en train’, content; we knew we’d long recall these fleeting scenes. Through filmy windows, suddenly all green, My photo lens embraced the verdant pastures, Lime and Kelly shades, like jellybeans…

Haiku: Precarious Perch

Precarious perch Clinging; gath’ring gust is nigh, Crash – quick and lethal   Written for Studio 30+ using prompt: “Quick and Lethal”  

The Balance of Nature

It hangs so striking, vivid and serene Upon my featured well-lit bedroom wall, I know from years of staring at its theme, Since then I understood: I was appalled. When first I saw the nature scene, it called to me; so pure, authentic, numbered print, I…

Languid Lagoon

Water surface shines a mirrored scene Enhancing hues and shadows even more than mid-day sun could ever shine, serene, As world slows down a bit upon this shore. Cumulus dust the wispy sky azure, Setting scene for languid summer eve, As crimson echoes beat…

White Heron Hopes

***************************** Milky plumage bright, Sadly reign o’er lush lagoon, Sunrise Point no more. ********** I took this photograph from the top of “Sunrise Point”, one sun-warmed morning at the Polynesian Village. I didn’t know then what this beautiful white heron may have sensed; that in the…

Fallen Blossom

Crimson blossom down Atop a lonely puddle Vibrant even so.

Glacier Lake

Centuries of chiseled sharp perfection, Carving out dramatic walls of shear chalk and stone, yet native soil between, To harbor verdant vegetation. An ancient sheet of ice, sat, eons, on the shelf, Creating walled enclosure in its melt the ice-blue thaw, to rest for ages more,…

Patchwork Garden

Patchwork Garden My garden grows with little help from me, Displaying twenty shades of verdant hue, In awe, I bow to beauty, simplicity, That a “Kiss of the Sun” can do. The daffodils and lilies get their clue, From nature’s thawing earth and sunlit days, To…

Dog Days of Spring

Sharply cold, his foot pads on the grass, He scurries frantically to beat the crowd, They, the better vantage point from which to spy and seize the trinkets locked inside. But he with savvy nose and limber bones, Discovers those that hide from humankind,…

Fortuity

  As schoolyard beaus they shared a trance-like smile, ‘cross the expanse, mere sight lines through the fence, Her goal; to reach his heart-space without guile, To share a glance of innocence (impulsive child)! By time they reached the ripe, old age of ten…

April’s Opus

Tinkling wind chimes beat the rhythm of the breeze, Tempo sets for cardinal calls and woodpecker rat-a-tats. Delicate doves swoop in tandem, gathering fallen seeds, Wings aflutter and cooing their ‘mourning’ song. Canada geese join in the chorus, squawking loudly Their raucous return to nearby Gregory’s…

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