poetry


He’s a rodent, yes,
and eats my peaches up. But
the squirrel is still cute.

 

 

 
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Four white egrets dive
in rainy air just above
the startled cars, a
chase and loop close to doom. Do
they dance—or are they fighting?

 

 

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The daffodils have
finally woken, dancing
along the garden
wall, dreaming faces turned to
the sun after long, dark sleep.

 

 

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The hawk rides thermals
above the wetland–glad he’s
left my bird feeder.

 
 

 

 

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Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Along the street the
trees stand naked and shy. The
trimmers have been here.

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I cheated on this. The idea had too many variables, so I turned it into a pair of cinquains.

 

Twilight
dark, moonless
night, two amber
eyes caper down the street
alone.

Headlights
flash and now
I see the woman all
in black holding tightly to
a leash.

 

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Pink blossoms embrace
the earth; emptied branches bud
with future peaches.

Peach blossom shadows by PJ Thompson

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Shadow of wings fly
the sun path from the window.
Outside, crows caw, gulls
pipe, finches chitter while all
gather at my bird feeder.

 

 

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Edited to add: I hadn’t heard of the school shooting on this day when I posted this or I wouldn’t have been so cavalier about things.

These don’t really count towards my weekly total, but I’m on a roll and having fun. I adapted this first one from an older short poem (I was calling these day poems at the time) so it’s a rehab rather than new:

Driving
shadow-dappled
roads, the world unwinds,
my sighs release the chains that bind
my heart.

The second cinquain is by Adelaide Crapsey (an unfortunate name for a poet if ever there was one). Ms. Crapsey “invented” the American Cinquain back at the turn of the 20th century.  I really love this one:

November Wind

Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.

 

 

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The hawk
must also eat
but seeing bloody feathers
drifting down to earth rips up
my heart.

 

 

 

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