Futility

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Futility

It would seem that all hope is lost, yet,
blindly, I continue to search,
the prospect too bleak to face.
Does it make me a fool,
attempting to find
an honest man,
when I know
there are
none?

This nonet is in response to November Yeats Challenge: Day One, from Jane Dougherty (each day a new Yeats quote).  Today’s quote didn’t inspire too much optimism.
Image: wikimedia.org (Diogenes Searching for an Honest Man – Jacob Jordaens)

Nature’s Gift

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Nature’s Gift

early summer day on the water
kayak still, tucked against the bank
heron poised, kingfisher darts
mink swims across the stream
hawk cries from above
senses savor
abundance
Nature’s
gift

This nonet is in response to the optional Day 9 prompt at NaPoWriMo 2017 for National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month – to write a poem composed of nine lines.
Image: Great Blue Heron (my photo, edited)

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Message from a Death Metal God

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Message from a Death Metal God

A heron stands in the shallows of the inner harbor, in the refuge of the park, poised to strike at a fish below the surface of the lake, when it spies me. It straightens, standing tall, and turns its head to look my way. As its bill slowly traces a circle in the air, the heron speaks to me with its eyes.

“Dave told you about this place, so, of course you would be here. He has asked me to give you a message.

They are the same, you know. Life. Death. And when they meet, the circle is complete. We are the circle, and all its aspects. Inside. Outside. It’s all the same. Remember that. He will always be with you.”

“That’s pretty metaphysical. Are you sure that came from Dave? Wasn’t there some irreverent banter? You know, maybe, ‘Good morning, my lusciously lascivious cumquat hoarders!’ Something like that?”

“He knew you would say that. He says he’s ready, any time you want to talk about it. Oh, and he says you need to start listening to death metal.”

With that, the heron suddenly lunged, snagging the fish swimming past its feet, then turned away, taking flight across the water in a broad circle before fading from sight.

I knew I would be seeing it again.

Isn’t Life Strange

Just as it seems darkness will threaten
A message comes in images
Of matters that matter most
When answers can’t be found
And words aren’t enough
And the message
Is one of
Peace and
Love


I lost a very dear friend yesterday, so of course my dream would center around him.

Image source: Animals Clipart (Irene Murphy/Creative Commons)

Allepo

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Allepo

Where is the sense in their oppression?
A despot bent on destruction
would ensure they have no voice.
Victims in their own homes
they fight to survive,
doomed to suffer
as they choose
to be
free.

This nonet is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #68, with the prompt words sense, fight, free, voice & choose.
Nonet ~ a poem of nine lines and a syllable pattern of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, with rhyme optional
Image source: Reuters

Secret Keeper Prompt

Dismay

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Dismay

Dismay, not surprise, at the outcome
Of a misguided show of strength
Deposing the status quo
An age of upheaval
When discontent acts
With little pause
For reason
Over
Change

This nonet is my response to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #62, with the prompt words pause, over, strength, age & change.
Nonet ~ a poem of nine lines and a syllable pattern of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, with rhyme optional
Image source: Saatchi Art (artsketchwithaview 6/6, by Harry Moody)

Secret Keeper Prompt

A Dig at the Knave

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A Dig at the Knave

I go underground for the answer
Spend days on conservative sites
Arguments articulate
Their concerns and beliefs
But nothing explains
The reason they
Endorse that
Pompous
Ass

This nonet is a response to the Daily Post/Daily Prompt on WordPress – underground.
Nonet ~ a poem of nine lines and a syllable pattern of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, with rhyme optional

No Reply – #writephoto

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No Reply

Pen to paper, such a simple act
The sincerity of your thoughts
Sent in response to my own
I wait for your letter
But the darkness grows
As time goes by
Without a
Single
Word

This nonet is my response to Sue Vincent’s (Daily Echo) Thursday Photo Prompt – Glimpsed #writephoto, with her photo.  (I saw a mail slot.)
Nonet ~ a poem of nine lines and a syllable pattern of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, with rhyme optional

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