belfry intruders

 

brother’s house at dusk

tossing tennis balls up high

attract bats in flight

 

webbed fingers claw air

phantasy rides on bat wings

flutters in the dark

 

random wild ideas

scratching in the mind’s attic

nightmares fly at dawn

 

Big-eared-townsend-fledermaus

 

Photo credit: big-eared townsend bat, Wikipedia

tides of time

 

droplets

of water,

miniscule

seconds

of time

collected into

myriad foaming

minutes

of salty brine

spraying wildly

off crests

of rolling

hours;

incessant waves,

pounding out

days

upon the shore.

 

an ocean

relentlessly

reclaiming

sands of

years

in wrinkling

imprint on

beaches strand,

leaving us

with shiny

scattered

bits & pieces,

of shells;

lives

iridescent

memories.

 

we pick up

the pretty

moments,

turning

these over

in our hands

to take home

for display

in pint jars

upon shelves,

but best to

leave slimy

clumps of

seaweed

to dry to

brittleness

with the

passage

of time.

 

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http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/24/bold-metaphors-and-images-avoiding-words-like-like-and-as/

Response to Claudia’s  metaphor challenge and Mary’s earlier poetics on “time”.

 

memorium

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mourning doves silent

flowers bloom in blood-stained field

under waning moon

 

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Today the Netherlands observes a national day of mourning for fallen passengers of Flight MH17.

Link to: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

dear desire

 

build me a mountain

cabin by the sea where i

will write poetry

_____

play me softly slow

making music like cello

strum hum legato

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let children live loved

proclaim peace throughout the land

kingdom of heaven

 

lament

 

who will wail 

in mourning?

God in heaven 

must weep

at travesties

wreaked on

humanity by

our inhumanity.

 

who grieves for 

already forgotten?

once innocent

Nigerian school girls

herded like cattle

sold against will

thinly holding dim

hopes of rescue.

 

who still sorrows

brothers’ conflict?

dating back to

Jacob and Esau

renewed with 

deadly rockets

lighting the night

sky over Gaza.

 

who will cry by

empty coffins?

while body parts

lie neglected and

exposed amid

burned wreckage

of passenger flight

downed in Ukraine.

 

humankind is 

possessed by

an amor mortis;

locked in macabre 

gambol with violence;

to whom will death

extend bony fingers,

asking next dance?

 

“They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious.

‘Peace, peace,’ they say, when there is no peace.”  (Jeremiah 6:14)

 

don’t bug me

 

mid-summer evening

pulling weeds in my garden

mosquitoes singing

—–

grandma, what is it?

fireflies, my little bright one.

oh look — I catched it!

—–

refreshing shower

till earwig crawls out of drain

startles privacy

firefly-pics2

 (photo credit:  Leave No Trace)

virtual ball in Tuscany

abbondanza

invitation to

a poets’ party

yes, i’ll come!

where?  what

better place than

Boboli’s garden;

grounds of the

Pitti Palace, in

fair Florence,

heart of the

renaissance.

 

hanging out

at “the Pub”,

d’Verse Poets,

is part of my

personal poetic

renaissance;

fair garden of

wordsmiths,

each statuesque,

monumental in

creative voice.

 

here i can

find “The (an)

Abundance” of

poetic ideas,

original online

fruits of writers

dedicated to

sculpting marble

thoughts into words

to share veritable

bounty of beauty.

 

raise your hand

clink the glass

give a toast (of

bronze wheat,

golden corn or

ripened vine)

to salute the

“pub tenders”,

party hosts who

serve all a happy

3rd anniversary!

 

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photo: The Abundance 1608 – 1637 by Sebastiano Salvini

Giardino di Boboli at Palazzo Pitti, Florence

 

rock river

 

follow a current

meander under the trees

paddle our canoe

 

portage onto sandy bar

slip into water for swim

 

 

Canoe-Accessories

CDHK word prompt, “meander”  (photo credit: canoe accessories/hitch safe)

high voltage

Link haiku to prompt at   http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.se/2014/07/carpe-diem-512-shiki-2-flash-of.html

 

a flash of lightning

splits mature tree to toothpicks

exploding the air

photo credit: Lois Wielenga

(photo credit: Lois Wielenga 6-18-14)

He loves me…

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Although

it may seem

customary for

a girl to prefer

a dozen roses,

he decided to

defy tradition

by offering her

a lovely chain

of fresh daisies.

His unique gift

gently struck

a heart’s chord

which brought

forward a burst

of affection as

she stepped

close enough

to exchange a

petaled kiss.

 Daisy chain

Challenge to use word list from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

 

sweet water

 

decorative-pumpkin-flower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thirsty blooming vines
drinking in summer shower
wait for watermelons

 

(Photo & prompt from CDHK)

darwinian doubts

Believe people are animals and they may live up to that standard.

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