prairie winds pantoum

 

perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound

in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along

on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound

across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song

 

in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along

seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,

across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song

laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again

 

seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,

rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum

laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again

tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum

 

rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum

on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound

tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum

perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound

 

 


Submitting pantoum poem to dVerse Poets pub with thanks to Gina for explaining this form and Victoria for added encouragement!

 

 

 

sounds of silver

 

breeze whispers in trees

shaking,  sighing, quivering

summit ash leaves quake

 

listen to metal

red tail fin turns, grey blades spin

garden windmill squeaks

 

hear tinkling music

chimes dangle on staggered strings

dance with spring zephyr

 

Version 2

view from my kitchen window

 

epilogue:

do you hear the wind?

whirring sound but no air moves

fan noise app for sleep

 

 

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

garden gnome poem

 

my garden is…

a nurturing place

rejuvenating space

my garden grows…

green food for health

veggies’ bountiful wealth

my garden knows…

thorn pricks can hurt

worms benefit dirt

my garden shows…

shoes track in mud

fingernails collect crud

my garden flows…

slime trails of slugs

bees’ honeyed hugs

my garden hoes…

weeds will NOT win

squeaks windmill spin

my garden chose…

to raise leafy praise

for long summer days

 

 

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photo by lynn__

 


Joining with poetic gardeners at dVerse Poets on Kim’s garden theme!

imagism on old relic

 

small windmill teeters

on edge of tired garden,

steel frame shows rust

thru dull aluminum paint,

concrete pad tips slightly,

buried under snowdrift.

 

faded red tail fin hangs limp

unresponsive to bitter wind

as head, spun clean away,

lies on frozen ground, useless,

one broken blade

now missing.

 


Linking to dVerse Poets where Victoria explains “imagist” poetry:  Imagists sought to represent “things” in clear, precise language—in the words of Ezra Pound, “luminous details.”

 

klompen prints in snow

snow tulip

tulip festival

snowfall surprises tourists

may not so merry

_____

may not so merry

frosted flowers weeping ice

parade is cancelled

_____

parade is cancelled

bakery sells hot koffie

windmill park empty

_____

windmill park empty

nature’s moods are capricious

tulip festival


Linking this cascading haiku with Carpe Diem Haiku Kai today…