it’s later than we think

 

twice every year

daylight savings time

messes with my inner clock

an insomniac’s seasonal nightmare

hard to say which is harder

on mind and body:

to spring ahead or fall back

why do we try to

interfere when time

doesn’t wish to be saved?

 


Time for quadrille #28 at dVerse Poets Pub this week!

garden variety philosophy

Marie hosting haiga prompt on “philosophy” at The Syllabub Sea

 

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bitter herbs & vinegar

American (death) sentences in 17 syllables…

 

People will do nearly anything to avoid sitting still to think.

Don’t expect excess love;  most live desperate, separate and alone.

Seems our differences are reasons to hate rather than celebrate.

Work seen as important, not words; what value prayer or poetry?

If i feel like a caged bird…when i die, will i be freed from this cage?

We are broken beyond our repairing;  who can save us from ourselves?

 

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Tanka prompt challenge with Kiwinana        Week 35: Spring & Flowers

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“Alice in Wonderland” by British artist, Frederick Morgan (c.1904)

greens from spring garden

she carries in may basket

to feed young rabbits

warren on edge of forest

fresh meadow of blue flowers

foreboding

 

How are we wandering Americans to know it’s Canada’s provincial parks camping weekend?  Of course, all campgrounds from Jasper to Banff are overflowing so we drive on. Sun is setting low over the pass when we find a lonely parking lot near trailhead where we can park our pickup camper for the night. Tired of riding, we decide to check out the trail as dusk settles on forest.

Light fades fast in the high country, exaggerating shapes and shadows.  Full skirts of fir trees appear as dark illustrations straight from the Brothers Grimm.  My apprehension only serves to amplify the crunch of pine needles and sounds of skittering.  We meet last pair of hikers coming back down trail and I note they have walking sticks equipped with bear bells.

 

night envelops trees

alpine woods bathed in shadow

autumn falls early

 


Poets at dVerse are writing haibuns and “forest bathing” this week!

beloved master

 

sweetest blood-red rose

comes weeping over city

bright tears, mourning star

dying bears love’s stigmata

risen in perfect beauty

 

onsen therapy

 

relax in hot springs

whole mind/body find relief

let go of worry

quiet pool deep in forest

steam smells faintly sulfurous

 
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image of hot springs, Japan ~ Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

weather…or not

A poem for the child in all of us 🙂

 

when winds blow mean

snowflakes scream

as they downstream fastimages

 

when no winds niggle

snowflakes giggle

as they squiggle past

old brown vest

 

strong puritan oak

in modesty clings to garb

until spring leaves bud

sound of water

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source: CDHK

 

 

kema-cho, japan

hear gently falling water

whispering to leaves

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photo by lynn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

kemah, galveston

seagulls on boardwalk

soft waves lapping pier

blurb on da burbs

middle-class resides
huddled
somewhere in middle
muddled
‘tween everywhere/now(here)
befuddled

dead doors safely
bolt-lock
living close(d) to neighbors
on block
empty chairs fill porches
undocked

choice of school (lots) pay
to play
public schoolers should not
(not) pray
buses take young snotty
tots away

hard(est)-working to
impress
absent dad hopes mom
knows best
all seem blessed, why sooo
depressed?


Check out dVerse Poetics, where Oloriel invites us to submit “suburban poems”

sleeping with spring

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Anyone can write a poem with magnetic poetry online…try it!

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