broken chords

she stares at him
elbows akimbo and
painfully pointed, as
white alabaster shall
shatter to tiny tinkling
shards of heartsong

he doesn’t notice,
yet if never, how it
feels to desire, aching
for words; arms bent
to work longer, those
urgent cows in kilts

piano sails fast clipper
lingers on guitar strum
dishwasher humming
wet wipers swish back
and forth; passengers
on dismal carousel ride

 


A free verse surrealistic poem for dVerse Poetics.

sweat & muscle

Rambling of a Writer prompt (work & horse) in shadorma form (3-5-3-3-7-5). 


 

red horse barn

farmer who lived large

worked his team

draft belgians

cutting hay, riding parade

black and silver tack

 

workhorse

 

In memory of Rus V.Z. and Harold V.K.   (Image from trustworkz.com)

 

 

learn to work/work to learn

“One bun” (one line haibun) written for CDHK on “apprentice” theme.


 

I taught our sons how to learn and my husband taught them how to work.

 

apprenticed five sons

teacher married a farmer

schooling family style

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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present-ing…

(Poem inspired by article at The High Calling & poetics “gift” prompt at dVerse.)

 

work is life gift

created to create

something productive

with whatever we have

stretch and hone abilities

promote one’s self-respect

provide for own desires

satisfy another’s need

give something back

to world we live in

joyfully serve six

actively rest one

weekly rhythm

work is life

…a gift!

 

summer solstice

 

light holds night at bay

warm earth blooms, time to make hay

farmer’s favorite day

 

dandelion lawn

cows in pasture, tractor’s song

work as day is long

 

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Written in response to Carpe Diem’s prompt as we all anticipate the longest day