Anticipation

Night breeze inhibits, warm hints that signal “spring”,
Night breeze inhibits, warm hints that signal “spring”,
Too long delayed, yet, hope is mine,
Too long delayed, yet, hope is mine
Warm spring breeze (yet mine delayed)
That Signal, inhibits hints of hope: Night is too long!

Shy, undaunted, buds by chilled earth peeking, 
Shy, undaunted, buds by chilled earth peeking,
Seeking sun, from seasons sitting dormant,
Seeking sun, from seasons sitting dormant,
Chilled earth sitting by sun-peeking buds, 
Undaunted, seeking, from shy, dormant season.

On trial, it seems, as winter’s raspy file,
On trial, it seems, as winter’s raspy file,
Despite attempts to swipe and chase away,
Despite attempts to swipe and chase away,
The trial as raspy filed and swipe away,
Despite (it seems) to winter’s chase attempts.

That spring breeze, is sitting too long, filed away, 
Delayed by winter’s raspy chill, Yet mine inhibits 
(it seems), despite shy buds’ warm attempts, 
From earth peeking, by sun seeking trial,
Hints of dormant hope, as signal undaunted, 
To swipe and chase the night season.
 
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The Paradelle…a French poetic form:

  • The paradelle is a 4-stanza poem.
  • Each stanza consists of 6 lines.
  • For the first 3 stanzas, the 1st and 2nd lines should be the same; the 3rd and 4th lines should also be the same; and the 5th and 6th lines should be composed of all the words from the 1st and 3rd lines and only the words from the 1st and 3rd lines.
  • The final stanza should be composed of all the words in the 5th and 6th lines of the first three stanzas and only the words from the 5th and 6th lines of the first three stanzas.

Morning Ritual

He wakes at dawn with lust for life and glee,
Shaking off the night shades, jingling tags
(the clinking of his collar) call to me:
“Wake up and join me, see my tail’s a wag.”

Bounding down the first flight, waits; while I
with sleepy eyes, near stumble out of bed,
He can’t contain his joy, so I comply,
In truth he leads me as if leashed, instead.

Racing out the back to homestead’s fence,
Sniffing, marking, chasing squirrels and doves,
‘Ere he returns to door ajar, for hence
he’ll be rewarded, that’s my chore of love.

A-sleeping dreams of pups and rabbits’ race
He’s on my lap again, he knows his place.

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photo Friday:dog

Rocking Chair

There nothing quite alluring as that chair
So finely crafted, sanding-wheeled and glazed,
Hand-rubbed, enhancing grain and curves with care,
And waiting just for me to be amazed.

When placed with will, upon the porch so grand,
Two-storied decks of un-named mountain inn,
Aligned, boxed in, at edgeside lake’s expanse,
Each, side by side, each calling “settle in”.

One can’t resist the urge to sit and wait,
To snap some peanuts  o’er the white stone rail,
Framing scenes of fish race for the bait,
And distant, soaring hawks make known their wail. 

The rocking chair mystique depends, in main,
On lore, tradition; heirloom or carved new,
Rocking back and forth, in sun or rain,
And watching nature’s world, my soul’s renewed.

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The Sunday Whirl, Official Dogwood Photography Challenge

Snow

It lay upon the crunchy winter sod,
It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats,
(a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond),
And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass.

The night before, while stoking coals in hearth,
Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck,
Sensing hint of droplets through the dark,
Just as the evening’s church bell chime had struck.

At morn be-robed and trotting to my pane,
To slide aside the drapes, enhance my view,
Perceived mine eyes the spinning weathervane
atop the barn, nor’easter winds did blew.

A silent, pure white cloak across the land,
This snowy morning’s peace, serene and grand.

Photo Friday:#snow

The Mind’s Eye

Wish for seasons past, the golden, olden days
of yore, a boy at heart bends low to peek
at village denizens, some worn with age,
Some opened new, and “Christmas Tree Shop” sleek.

Remembered flood of youth’s pure joy, he seeks,
Ride sugarplums of hope on HO trains,
Erasing all hypocrisy, he’s meek
and welcoming of quiet peace attained.

Before the tired world returns again,
Before he stands to take his ‘Grandpa’ place,
This momentary, poor man’s dream’s maintained
and savored, all the more, all risk abates.

“Youth’s wasted on the young” some have opined,
Yet time oft blurs the borders of the mind.

 

The Sunday Wordle:

Clarity

I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified,
As roiling clouds forecast impending doom,
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

This calm before the storm does serve to guide,
I’m doubtful, can survival be assumed?
I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified.

A metaphor for trials and ebbing tides,
Throughout the lows, wee buds of hope still bloom,
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

Beauty washing o’er this coved seaside,
Reminds of man’s mere strand in nature’s loom,
I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified.

The palm tree sways, her rustling branches ride
the thermals, sweeping sand as with a broom,
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

Clarity and fear do oft collide,
Yet, introspection washes out the gloom,
I watch and wait, transfixed, (still terrified),
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

Photo Friday: Shadows

After the Storm

Dampened, drenched planks beneath my feet,
Each step unfolds reflected, unslaked scenes,
As steady waters flow, e’er silently, sedate,
At close of day, imbued with subtle gleam.

Perhaps they’re just mirages or conjured dreams,
But no, I’ve been here thousand times before,
And tho some oft remembered, it would seem
That memories and dreams shan’t be ignored.

Vivid, lucid dreams are unreal from the start,
Memories, though suppressed, will e’er remain
upon the psyche,  etched and ne’er forgot,
Consciously or not, replay again.

The tactile remnants of this evening’s rain
Refresh my mind’s eye, reminisced refrain.

Photo Friday: Clouds

Rule of Odds

A few days on Paradise Island last week, reawakened the senses and inspired some unusually beautiful shots. These three photos, are posted specifically in response to this week’s challenge.

Week 41 Composition: Rule of Odds …Compose an image highlighting an odd number of subjects; some see this as natural and more pleasing to the eye.”

Underwater at school…In search of Atlantis
Breezeway at the Cove
Cozy Cove at The Cove

Love

Reaching, ever gentle,
Comforting, supporting her,
Grandson makes her smile.

My daughter captured this moment of tenderness, after an afternoon at the Animal Kingdom, as we soggily (having gotten caught in the usual Florida downpour) and wearily trudged to the bus stop.  

PhotoFriday: #Love

Nesting Place (a villanelle)

I fretted  nightly ‘bout the nesting place,
Rough-hewn by hand and hung with care, secure,
And still, I feared the feral feline’s chase.

Each morning, I revisited the place,
Where days before, I’d placed it, to endure,
I fretted  nightly ‘bout the nesting place.

Then suddenly, I spied the feline’s face
approaching stealthily, toward the birdhouse floor,
And still, I feared the feral feline’s chase.

Frantic bluebird squeals, I can’t erase,
Her nestling eggs, from peril, she’d ensure,
I fretted  nightly ‘bout the nesting place.

I intervened (a mama bear’s embrace),
The nesting place seemed like a toxic lure,
And still, I feared the feral feline’s chase.

Remembering at once, I held an ace, 
My mind now focused on the certain “cure”,
I fretted nightly ‘bout the nesting place,
My pup (the “cure”) did thwart the feline’s chase!

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A villanelle (also known as villanesque) is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines.

Photo posted in this week’s Official Dogwood Photography Challenge, Week 36 Vision: Ordinary

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