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.
The crash of calamitous rainfall creates a beast of a river that batters its banks.
Scoured by trees with trunks twisted from their frail grasp, gouged beyond recognition,
swallowed as waters rise, the shores silently succumb to a watery wasteland.
We wonder what will be left when the waters finally recede, the banks far from their former place.
This is my response to the prompt from Björn at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Meet the bar with dissonance, where dissonance may add an unsettling emotion that may be crucial to describing unpleasant topics, perhaps by using harsh consonants, breaking up assonance with various vowels, etc. I’ve decided to use some harsh sounds and an excess of alliteration, as well as what could be an unsettling topic. I returned home from kayaking to find this prompt and thought, hey… why not?
I browse, read the news feed, but I’m not buying it.
The words that fall out of their mouths express concern for the loss of life. Of course it’s senseless.
Even more senseless is their insistence that more guns will make it go away.
This is my response to Quadrille #153: Out of the Meadow’s Browse, the prompt from Sarah at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word browse in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
Image: a 16 May 2022 tweet (now deleted) posted by Daniel Defense, manufacturer of the gun used to kill 19 children and 2 teachers in Uvalde, Texas. The tweet also quoted Proverbs 22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
In the depths of my darkness, deep within the land of dreams, came a raven, blacker than the surrounding night.
From deep within its eyes shone a piercing light that hinted at the possibility of the birth of something better.
It spoke of opportunities long banished from my mind, as it reminded me of the beauty of the sun, moon, and stars.
Aware that the raven could be a trickster, as could be my own mind, I considered the weight of the meaning of the words that were spoken.
When I opened my eyes I was greeted by the welcome light of day, no longer fearful that the dark of night could hold any power over me.
This is my response to Poetics: Corvid Poetry, the prompt from Ingrid at dVerse ~ Poets Pub. Ingrid invites us to write a poem that references the corvidae family, a variety of birds that includes ravens, rooks, jackdaws, jays, choughs, magpies, and crows. In the mythology of the Indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest Coast, the raven is the creator of the world, but it is also considered a trickster god. [Wikipedia]
Image source: usps.com – Stamp Art Created by Tlingit/Athabascan Artist and Alaska Native Rico Worl