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
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
Depression, the boa constrictor
Slithers on the ground around my feet.
I thought it was kept in its cage
But it has broken free.
The boa constrictor slithers
Up my legs, around my body, squeezing,
It is a rope without knots
And I am caught.
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.
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.
A haibun for DVerse’s Poetics prompt about war poems. I really wasn’t sure about this category of poems, though I did like “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I also like Wilfred Owen, but as for writing my own….This is what I came up with.