My poem, “Visons of Longed-for Relief,” is the Second Place Winner in the Word Craft Poetry Syllabic Poetry Contest, where Colleen Chesebro asked us to write a tanka prose on the theme of Dreams. Thank you to the judges for selecting my poem, and congratulations to D. Wallace Peach, Merril D. Smith, and Jude Itakali who placed first, third, and honorable mention, respectively. Ken G.
There is no conversation to be had between us, no common ground that would satisfy either of us, you standing tall on a tree extending from the water, fresh catch lying at your feet, while I paddle slowly past not thirty feet away looking for some recognition in the eye that follows me as your head turns, some appreciation for sunlight glinting from the water or the breeze that lightly ruffles your feathers yet soothes on this midsummer day, but you bend to retrieve your meal and tilt your head back to shake it down your throat as I paddle out of sight.
Wade through the rhetoric, read row after row of 213 pages of propaganda, and understand the abuse not only of power but of citizens living in a male-dominated society where personal welfare is ignored and the potential of a death sentence is imposed without any pretense of a trial once petty politicians are allowed to do so to maintain their dominance, and ask yourself how you can be proud to be a member of that society, knowing that further changes using the very same logic, or lack thereof, will be used to erode further personal freedom in the future.
Thirteen times since early May, our weather has flirted with – no, made out with – temperatures of 90ºF or higher here in mid-Missouri. Since the beginning of the year, 83 days have had daily high temperatures that exceeded the normal range, with 4 record high temperatures set. All of this, while waiting for tomorrow’s start of summer.
weather doesn’t wait for notes on a calendar waiting for solstice
This is my response to Haibun Monday 6-20-22: Solstice, the prompt from Frank Tassone at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
Image: Black Shire Distillery, Hermann, Missouri 19 June 2022
Tucked out of sight beneath a rock ledge, my kayak motionless on water smooth as glass, I gaze from shadow into light, spellbound by an aerial ballet of swallows weaving around each other as if choreographed in a performance for an audience of one.
This is my response to Quadrille #154: Casting a Poetic Spell, the prompt from Sanaa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word spell in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
The river flows and waves crest in the wind. Wave tips shimmer, return sunlight in kind, heedless of my acceptance.
Thankful for the gift of light on a cloudy day, a tree reaches skyward without judgment, offering a gift of its own.
Neither overcast day nor cloudless sky holds a promise meant to assuage the concerns of one such as I.
I shared this poem with Open Link Night #318, June LIVE Edition at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, when I attempted to join the live video chat from a parking lot outside of my doctor’s office. That was a big failure, since my cell signal was almost nonexistent. To make matters even worse, I totally forgot to add it to Mr. Linky. However, the many fine poems that were linked are still available to read there.