The first summer storm rips overhead,
Cannon clouds clap,
Light sizzles a momentary vacuum,
Air roars as energy abounds,
Loosely thrown around.
In the pause,
Silence gives birth to confetti rain,
Soaking soil revelling in running tides and streams,
Blasting the droughted desert beneath our feet.
April springs through salty showers,
Dams March’s drought, destroys the flowers,
Cold seeps through in every vein,
Chaucer speaks in opposites again,
Let flow go, beware of speed,
As veggies die and go to seed,
Wonder not this time of year,
For seasons change with nary a tear,
Grateful for the chance we get,
To spin the wheel with no regret,
Keeping to the straight and narrow,
Accepting freeze through bone and marrow,
Happy to be here at all,
Shoulders back, standing tall,
Distance not a space to go,
As life goes by, now fast, now slow.
Today’s prompt: “It’s the hay(na)ku)….a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.” Maureen directs us to Vince Gotera who ends his with a couplet of three words per line to create a hay(na)ku sonnet. Simple yet effective, yes?
Leaves leave home
Ripped away by
Along cooler streets
Whipping up orphans
Lying bereft, forlorn
Dying on the floor
Of the world
Melting into pools
Of future life
Returning to Earth
As the mother calls
Her children home
For the winter
Burning to nourish
To protect, to provide
Until the sun returns
Springing life into being
From the Gaian womb
All safe, all sound
As natural as the Whispering Breeze.
Today, Earth Day,the prompt is: “to write a “pastoral” poem.Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature.”
I hope you enjoy my effort! 🙂
I watched the snow fall
Flake by flake,
A silent blanket as heaven weeped,
A smooth, frozen lake of tears,
Pure, white, deafening in the
Silence of its fall,
Numbing the senses with the
Covering that formed.
I watched the snow turn,
Some days later,
To the slush of a once remembered recent past,
Water mixed with mud and dirt,
Blended by the churning of feet and wheels and paws,
Iced again by the freezing cold.
I watched as the pure silence turned
To mashed filth,
As the pristine blanket was torn apart,
As it melded with the land,
Dissipated in the dark.
I watched silent and helpless,
The annual process of joy and wonderment
From snow, to slush and ice to … gone.