darkness enshrouds us
stars expand our horizons
nighttime clouds decide
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: night
cloudy or clear
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Tag Archives: poetry
night shade
He leans into the centuries-old oak,
Stetson pulled low over his pale, gaunt face.
On a clear night,
moonlight reflects off his well-worn trousers.
When it rains,
he waits there nonetheless,
arms crossed against the cold.
We’ve never spoken, although sometimes
I catch the slightest dip of his hat
in acknowledgement of my presence
as I approach.
I raise my hand in return greeting,
but by then he is gone,
along with the centuries-old oak that blew down
in the Great Storm of ’87,
a hundred-some years ago.
JNW’s Halloween Challenge Day 2: ghost
Halloween Challenge Day One: Pumpkin
I’m having another go this year at JNW’s Halloween Challenge, which involves a post a day through October of assigned Halloween themes. The month begins with “pumpkin.”
giant gorgeous gourd
pumpkin puree on the path
a smashing success
delve
so many layers
light and dark, near and distant
each tells a new tale
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Layered
dry spell ends
glorious rainfall
wash away the tainted air
smoke-filled from wildfires
glorious rainfall
trees sigh and flex yearning roots
sun-baked leaves unfurl
glorious rainfall
cleanse my heart of hard-packed ills
slake my thirsting soul
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Glorious
sting
don’t bite the hand that feeds you
you may go hungry if you do
don’t bite the bee that buzzes you
you’ll be biting off more than you can chew
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Sting
Glassic Complaint
trapped in my own pane
cut me loose before I crack
waiting for a break
My stained glass project waits for my return.
The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Waiting
Not Bride nor Groom
You’re not his bride.
He’s not your groom.
You’ll never tango;
that dance takes two.
Beware the rose
clenched tight in your teeth.
It still carries thorns
the groom slyly bequeathed.
You claim vindication
to the near-empty church,
saying it’s you who has left
the groom in the lurch.
The groomsmen drift off,
gifts must be returned,
future in-laws sent home
by the bride sadly spurned.
The bridesmaids, too,
dressed up all the same
try in vain to save face
in the scorned bride’s name.
But they hike up their dresses
another wedding to seek
before the guests notice
how the bride’s bouquet reeks.
As break dancers take
to the reception hall floor,
the tango strains follow
diplomacy out the door.
Wedding crashers line up
awaiting a feast.
They’ll not go home hungry;
they will feed off the beast.
And so your romance
with clandestine ties
is unraveling now
before everyone’s eyes.
The moral is simple
for all those misled:
know with whom you are sleeping
before climbing in bed.
“He’s not my bride, and I’m also not his bride or groom”
~ Russian President Vladimir Putin, in regards to Donald Trump. (9/5/2017)
“It takes two to tango. It seems to me, our U.S. counterparts for now are performing solo breakdance moves.”
~ Russian Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov (9/1/2017)
flow
no rhyme or reason
seek the cadence of your heart
all else falls in place
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Rhyme
A & Q
That answer does not
dignify any question.
Your next answer, please.
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Dignify
What Rhymes with Stanza? 