Soar, attaining sunlit heights
Not like Icarus —
Simply feeling caresses
From daytime, on upturned face
A haiku for Frank’s challenge this week, for which we are writing about fall foliage, geese, or both.
Lake shines among leaves
Water witnesses falling —
Geese honking pierce air
This poem is inspired by DVerse Poetics and the image below, which is by Catrin Welz-Stein. I enjoyed writing to one of her beautiful, surreal pieces of art. Her other art can be found here:
He holds a key that’s half his size,
As a giant feathered-thing flies
Away with him, away, as he stays
Looking at the moon. He’s left a piece
Of himself, never to be released
From that beautiful, liminal gloom.
For this week’s Weekly Scribblings, we are to write inspired by the phrase “A phoenix must first burn.” I wasn’t in the mood to write anything triumphant, so this cherita is where my brain took me this evening.
I don’t want to hear about the phoenix anymore.
No more rising from the ashes anymore,
Who made me a mythical firebird?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust you shall return —
I don’t mind whether there’s a rising,
At this point solely stop the burning.
The sun rises with silent speech,
The blue jays cheep their chorus,
I slide awake from peaceful sleep,
Dreams are distant but hope is near,
Because a new day is here.
For DVerse MTB this week, we are trying our hands at verbing. I do this a lot with friends in my non-blog life, but finding a good idea for it in a poem was unexpectedly hard.
Look at those faces:
They sunflowered for a few weeks,
Nature summered for a few months —
See the birds use their beaks
To peck the seeds from what once
Loved the sun’s embraces.
For FFFC #79.
A deer drinks from a birdbath,
Antlers reach the tree leaves
But his feet don’t leave
The ground — the sound
Of the songbirds’ singing
Intrigues him, and he marvels
At the beauty of other beings.
This is a Tableau poem for the Saturday Mix “lucky dip.” Sitting outside in my family’s back yard, I wrote this. I’m not sure about the final line; the poem got kind of dark, but anyway, I’ll stop rambling 🙂 and let you read it.
In the breeze, swaying
And going between
The floral faces
Withered, shriveled here.
For DVerse Poetics “Flights of Fancy” and inspired by something I saw in my family’s garden yesterday.
The finch perches
On the back of a sunflower,
As she awaits her turn
At the filled feeder:
She finds her chance
And when she flies
The flower dances springily back,
In true sunflower fashion;
The finch uses the free
Surplus of birdseed
To fuel more of her
Flight and avian dreams.
This is a décima for this week’s challenge, BIRD.
Avian calls are each day heard
Around this house, even indoors:
Heavily, light melody pours,
Each morning it’s freshly offered.
Hiding in trees’ branches, a bird
Decides it must sing me awake,
The gentlest alarm — I take
Its urgent notes to heart, and stand,
A hopeful morning close at hand —
A happy being, at daybreak.