Making Their Own Breeze ~ with audio

Making Their Own Breeze

The water of the Moreau River,
as motionless as the leaves of the giant sycamore
half-submerged with roots projecting skyward,
victim of spring’s high waters but determined
to send nourishment to branches willing
those leaves to life, and as still as the air
on this hot August day as my kayak sits
under a stone ledge, too high for me to reach
when volume and current are stolen by the recent
lack of rain, still feels cool to the touch in this shade
I have found, shared by the bank swallows darting
to their nests and back into the sunlight, no breeze
needed for their aerial antics as they skim the water
for a drink, then rocket up, only to turn abruptly
to feed in flights that would make any bat proud,
all of this reflected in that still water of the Moreau.

This poem is my response to Poetics: Flight of Fancy,
the prompt from Laura at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.

Tangled with the Bramble ~ quadrille

Tangled with the Bramble

A parting gift
those final two years

Mother to son, time
together at the end

Devoted care,
a humble gift in return

Tangled with the bramble
of divorce slowly playing out

No sweeter gift to be found
in such a time of the bittersweet

This is my response to Quadrille #108: Among the Brambles
the prompt from Linda at dVersePoets Pub, which is to use the word bramble
in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.

summer heat ~ haiku

summer heat
forest gives refuge
in oak’s shade

Carpe Diem Exploring the Beauty of Haiku
#1828 Baransu (balance) discusses balancing
a haiku through association in its lines, or choosing
one element of a line to proceed to the next.
Here that association is from heat to refuge to shade.
I think this is the technique I use most often.

Image: One of the many oaks on the trails at Runge Nature Center in Jefferson City, Missouri

patent, as in open

patent, as in open

a hole in the wall
the shortest route
between two chambers

the heart of the matter

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #145 asks for a poem
that is as short and as cryptic as possible.

If the MRI I had on Tuesday shows no indication of past stroke,
my patent foramen ovale (PFO) will remain untreated.

Also linked to Open Link Night #270 at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.

Detailed chambers of the heart & PFO illustration – © Mayo Clinic
(click image to see larger view in new tab)

The Evolution of Revolution

The Evolution of Revolution

Thirteen separate colonies, united
in a fight for freedom, rallied
against tyranny of royalty
across the sea.

Our founders spoke of revolution,
a democratic evolution spelled out
in a Declaration: self respect
for this, our nation.

But victory only lessened the stigma
of our oppression. Decades passed
till we acknowledged our own crime
of human bondage.

The fight for equal rights
continues to this day, so that
all may savor a hard won victory,
enjoy the fruits of liberty.

This poem is my response to Poetics: Revolution,
the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.

I haven’t decided which I prefer,
this bit of free verse with internal rhyme
or my original with rhyme and near-meter.

The Evolution of Revolution

Thirteen separate colonies
United in a fight for free-
dom rallied against tyranny
of royalty across the sea

Our founders spoke of revolution
A democratic evolution
Spelled out in a Declaration
Self respect for this, our nation

But victory only lessened
The stigma of our oppression
Decades passed till we acknowledged
Our own crime of human bondage

The fight continues to this day
For equal rights, so that all may
Savor a hard won victory
Enjoy the fruits of liberty

Armageddon’s Arrival – prosery


Armageddon’s Arrival

I drift down the middle of the river, my paddle in the water only when necessary to navigate past hazards. And oh, are there hazards. Surrounded by the past, ablaze on the shores beside me and floating on the current that carries me, with little prospect for the future, my life is little more than the clothes on my back and as bleak as the landscape of death surrounding me.

Of what matter are the details that led to this tragic moment? One nation acted out of a desire to secure precious resources, another responded, and an Armageddon foretold through the ages has finally come to pass.

In the glow of the fires that surround me, everything is cloaked in the haze of smoke, and navigation becomes more difficult as dusk approaches. A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills.

This bit of flash fiction is my response to Jazzing It up on Prosery Monday, presented by Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub. With Prosery, the challenge is to write a piece of flash fiction with a 144-word limit. Included in the bit of prose is to be a complete line from a poem. For this prompt, the line to be included is “a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills” from Carl Sandburg’s “Jazz Fantasia”. My flash fiction also meets the additional challenge of hitting the 144-word mark, exactly. Other entries can be read here.