night watchman drowsing
nearing netherworldly realms
nodding, nodding, gone.
#AtoZChallenge: 26 posts in April, topics to proceed alphabetically. Creating a theme for one’s blog challenge is optional. My theme for 2021: a three line alliteration each day (5-7-5, haiku-ish) with the first letter of each line the same as the letter of the day.
milky midday moon
morphs into midnight magic
melts to morning dew
#AtoZChallenge: 26 posts in April, topics to proceed alphabetically. Creating a theme for one’s blog challenge is optional. My theme for 2021: a three line alliteration each day (5-7-5, haiku-ish) with the first letter of each line the same as the letter of the day.
The self-proclaimed matriarch deigned to hold sway
though the mothers before her had not yet passed away.
A whitewater rapid propelled toward the sea,
A true force of nature, one might (quietly) say.
The matriarch’s offspring like eddies were spun.
In fast-swirling waters to slick boulders they clung.
Two generations deeper the river was carved.
“A true tour de force!” might have (loudly) been sung.
The matriarch lived a great-grandchild to see.
Still white-capped, less rapid, still bound for the sea.
A force to be reckoned with up to her last breath,
then the matriarch’s mantle was passed down to me.
My waters run smoother, though the currents run strong,
and the offspring of offspring with my blessings flow on.
As to my own reckoning, may I kindly be seen
as a force (mostly) for good, when the mantle moves on.
where have they gone?
why were they here?
when did they leave, or
do they linger near?
what were they seeking,
or did they come to show?
who did they encounter
before they had to go?
I search heavenward, perhaps
some day to know.
gurgling downspout
serenades my sleepless night
I long for crickets
Sunday school teacher
white-haired and diminutive
lessons lost on youth.
First fire, then calm hues.
Look to the sunrise this day.
Hope dawns for us all.
thunderbolt black sky
lightning flash flood waters rise
tears fall from on high
Okay, I’m giving this another shot…
I have a hate — hate relationship with the new WordPress Editor. Seems everything looks fine when I post something, but when it goes out to email subscribers, it ends up a mess. This is attempt two to see if I got the spacing right. Sorry for doubling up on your inboxes.
If there are any WordPress aces out there, maybe you can school me in how to get verse to show up correctly without double-spaced lines, and without losing all formatting when sent out to subscribers. Arrrgh!
My thoughts
skip across the surface of
a densely overgrown pond,
then vanish – plop! –
beneath the surface
as ripples flee the scene.
Your thoughts
search the shadowed depths of
ancient wells, then reemerge
glistening with brilliance and
shedding droplets of sagacity
to quench the thirsts of all who imbibe.
I think
if I ever came across one of these
wells of wisdom, I’d likely
stumble right in and be lost
forever, a speck of irrelevance
in a pool of adults.
My thoughts
skip across the surface of
a densely overgrown pond,
then vanish – plop! –
beneath the surface
as ripples flee the scene.
Your thoughts
search the shadowed depths of
ancient wells, then reemerge
glistening with brilliance and
shedding droplets of sagacity
to quench the thirsts of all who imbibe.
I think
if I ever came across one of these
wells of wisdom, I’d likely
stumble right in and be lost
forever, a speck of irrelevance
in a pool of adults.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 