Mystical Changes

Linda Kruschke has another paint-chip poetry prompt this week. It is a bit different this time:

I’m not sure if I like how this turned out, but here is my (first) attempt.


Isn’t gratitude something mystical?
It turns key limes into a pie,
It creates a banana split
From one humble fruit —
Tenderly-watered seeds
Bloom into Grandma’s hydrangeas:
Not every flower is showy
Yet they make a beautiful whole,
Isn’t gratitude something mystical
Running in the family of hope?

Bauernhortensie Wochenmarkt.jpg
By 3268zauber – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5074918

A Savored Moment

For the Writers’ Pantry, here is a quatrain that I wrote 2 days ago after spending some time in my back yard.


She stares transfixed at the garden full of life,
She, full of feelings mixed, childlike delight
Planted between pressures of grave responsibility —
Yet the silent butterflies seem to speak prophecy.

5_22 Butterfly!!
Photo taken by me last month

Double Take

For the Saturday Mix “double take”, also partially inspired by FOWC: Pensive. This is also basically stream-of-consciousness, so if it’s bad, that’s why. 😂


The weight

Of the world

In the brain.

 

Waiting for relief,

I seem

Pensive as a

Placid sea

 

— nothing but a

well-worn mask —

 

Underneath the surface

Waves are rolling

Quaking makes

Caves collapse

Soon a tsunami —

 

This is your warning.

 

Uh-Oh

This is for FOWC: Glide and unfortunately this is rooted in reality. Also, I wanted to post for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, but it turns out that neither hawk nor sparrow are summer kigo.


watch the sparrow glide
into my kitchen window,
pursued by the hawk

photo of bird on metal railing
Photo by Paras Katwal on Pexels.com