How it’s here puzzles him— here under exhibit glass and lights, his old, lost marbles taw?!
Category: haiku
Caprice
Jewel of morning, dew glint on willow leaf. Summer wind shakes it
Senior Moments and Composing Poetry
Summer dusk, poem thought— hummingbird hums in, whirs out— gone, just like that, it's gone. A poem composed last night before the Ragtag Community WOD, transition, was posted—but applicable.
The Poet Awaits a Word
Under a pale sun— a thicket’s last leaf and, wind-ragged, a yellow finch Posted in response to the Ragtag daily prompt: Solitude.
A Seventh Discovery of Joy
Whether that shovel leans against the shed or turns soil is irrelevant.
Some People Have no Finesse
In my willows, magpies— will they yatter this conceit all summer long?
Balm
with scent of lilacs blooming in the yard, lingering winter kill fetor
In the Green
In the greening pasture beige stalks of last year’s yellow sweet clover Posted in response to the Ragtag Community daily prompt verdant.
Montana Pub
one star fleets through clouds above of the bar’s neon "open" flickering off and on.
Not Dementia
A wintering of her mind churns the gone familiars of ninety-two years? Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt cyclone.
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