Hungry Birds

My family’s garden has been a frequent source of inspiration lately (and honestly almost every time I go out there), and it fit perfectly with PSU’s Weekly Scribblings prompt, “Bird is the Word.” I am also linking with DVerse OLN.


goldfinch and friends cheep
perch and search among the plants:
empty bird-feeder

 

Poor birds. 😦 I still saw plenty of them, though.

Haibun for the End of March

A haibun for DVerse, alluding to cherry blossoms, also partially inspired by FOWC: Slight, but mostly inspired by my family’s garden.


A warm afternoon at the end of March passes both languidly and much too quickly. The sky is blue, with no clouds blowing in the slight breeze. A monarch butterfly, black-and-orange wings majestic and beautiful flies — almost floats — nearly close enough to kiss the nose of an observer. The bird-feeders, filled for the first time in a long while, attract many other winged creatures, feathered things opening their hungry beaks.

And it is around now, when the cherry blossoms bloom at their peak.

Nature takes her time —
From the outside see Earth spin
Making us dizzy

Kyrielle: The Past

This poem is a form called a kyrielle, for Linda’s paint-chip poetry prompt. I wrote this yesterday but saved the post for today. The paint chip words are below. I am also linking with DVerse OLN.

Enter the past, see its warm glow,
Its happiness when it begins —
Until it becomes a black widow:
The veil is tissue-paper thin.

It takes two to tango, this game
That every person is cast in.
Responsibility or blame?
The veil is tissue-paper thin.

In life, some events cause a blast,
Some future concerns make a din,
As present turns into the past —
The veil is tissue-paper thin.

Spark

This quadrille, containing the word “swift,” is for DVerse (a day late) and for FOWC: Spark (on time).


One spark alights, on grass and kindling dry
One spark ignites, swiftly all its surroundings
One spark lights, a fallen Lucifer
In the inky night, flinging open a portal
To hell, as flames leap up where
One spark fell.

Be careful, playing with matches.

crop woman with burning match in motuh
Photo by fotografierende on Pexels.com

Go Where?

Once again, it is Quadrille Monday , and we are Going… Going… Gone Poeming. This is also for FOWC: Particular.

Such a warm and sunny day,
Yet stuck at home
With nowhere in particular to go,
What to do with this time, but bide?
Where is life’s map
I was supposed to follow?
I dropped it long ago,
Now we’ve all walked farther away.

Also, I have really fallen off the wagon for Paula’s February Love Me challenge, but here is what I am loving today: the sun, especially getting to, finally, read outside again in my back  yard. It had been a while.