Five poems, five lines, five syllables

ONE
osprey standing proud
wind-ruffled feathers
sharp beak, sharp talons
sharp eyes watch for prey
owning this river

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TWO
most call you a weed
I see a flower
most would destroy you
I pick your seed head
make a wish and blow

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THREE
I wish I could feel
the stories you’ve lived
touch your rough ridges
ascertain your truths
splinters withstanding

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FOUR
february lull
deserted branches
streets stripped of traffic
evergreen signals
drive us into spring

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FIVE
skating on thin ice
isn’t as dire as
it’s cracked up to be
if the ice holds, it’s
icing on the cake

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The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Numbers

Grave Warning

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If you be brave, pass through this gate
but be forewarned there death awaits.
On this dark night, old headstones glow.
Bones shift and stir in graves below.

Outstretched limbs point to the sky.
Leaves rustle as fanged bats pass by.
When midnight tolls on Halloween,
ghosts rise to haunt this eerie scene.

The gate will close as morning nears.
Those trapped inside will disappear.
Next Halloween when the gate swings wide
they’ll at last return from the other side.


JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Gate

Shiny Things

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The Daily Post weekly photo challenge topic this week is Shine.

The challenge as posed:

Has something bright or reflective caught your eye in the moment? Share a photo of something you were able to explore a bit!

When I was considering what “shiny” things I had seen lately, I remembered the creek where I had hiked a couple of weeks ago. I looked through the photos I had taken that day. Even though it was a cloudy morning, the light of day reflected off the water as it rippled over the smooth rocks of the river bed, creating a shiny ribbon that rolled past me and disappeared into the lush greenery crowding its banks.

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But I kept reviewing photos and came across a set that I took just two days ago, but had not really given any thought to after loading them onto my laptop. I had arrived at an appointment early, and rather than sit in the office waiting room, I walked down the second floor hallway to where I could see light coming in through a window.

Through the window was a view of a rain gutter attached to a first floor roof overhang. Leaves had blocked some of the rainwater from flowing into the downspouts, and it made a shiny thin line reflecting the (once again) cloudy sky. Of course I took a photo.

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When I turned away from the window, I saw a drinking fountain with two brass and steel basins reflected off a mirrored back splash. Shiny indeed! And of course I took photos.

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That is, until I saw a woman watching me through a nearby office door. Her expression was that of someone about to call security to report a loiterer taking random photos of plumbing fixtures. Not shiny at all. I retreated down the hallway to my designated office waiting room.

I wish more things in my life were shiny. My car… my windows…  I should probably stop photographing rain gutters and do something about that. Maybe on the next sunshiny day. Around here, that pretty much gives me until July to get it done.