Pleasure gets a chance to say,
"Pain may not do you much good."
Sacrifice is on its way
Doing only what it could.
Linked to dVerse Poetics with the theme of Mardi Gras.
Mardi Gras
Month: March 2019
Spike
I practice breathing given air.
It doesn’t matter that I like
To spike what’s real with worries where
What’s unreal gets the loudest mike.
Sometimes practicing goes slow
Wondering if I’ll ever know
How to breathe. I’d rather not.
Mindlessly I breathe a lot.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson is hosting with theme work “spike”.
Other Worldly
I move my black mouse and click. I know I should be doing other things.
“Like what?” That silent voice inside me asks.
Well, like watching this orange sunset or bothering that white bird sitting for no good reason on the railing or contemplating the other worldly mysteries of this grand universe.
Knowing I have no clue, I hear. “Really, like what?”
So I let my inner squeaky wheel, my imaginary “friend”, guide me downward into the depths of another suspicious, weedy, mosquito-loving rabbit hole I have no business exploring. But what else, really, do I have to do?
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s March 7th 99-word flash fiction challenge using “mouse”. Also this will be linked on Monday to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “in the realm of the other worldly”.
Haiku by Pat Kopanda
the vulture
against a solemn sky
leaves no shadow
brown fields
waiting the plow
impatient gulls
egrets
hear the bubbling field
wade in
Haiku above by Pat Kopanda. Linked to dVerse Open Link Night.
Photography below by Frank Hubeny.
February
One-Liner Wednesday – They’re not dumb
They’re not dumb. They know I’m watching.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday – Dragons
Don’t be that dragon some knight has to slay.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
A time to weep; a time to laugh
When our cat died, we wept. We looked at each other differently, with more patience and not taking the other for granted, for about a week feeling her presence in her absence.
Eventually laughter returned. Whatever we learned, and will have to learn again with the next dying we face, laughter was no disrespect for her passing. The return of laughter was her gift of gratitude to us.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Lillian is hosting. I look at this as a prose poem or aphorism.
Hints of Spring
When I can’t get off my butt, there’s nothing like a kick to do the trick.
I’m beginning to value pain. To reinforce that value I think of it as the whispering of angels calling me to pay attention. Of course, I could just as well think of it as a kick in the butt, but this is supposed to be a poem, and there is more to reality than meets the eye.
This is also supposed to be about spring, but all I hear about is winter. So. More snow? Or is it time for winter to get off its butt and go?
PAST WINTRY PAIN
COMES SPRING-BOLD RAIN
WE START AGAIN
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and to dVerse Haibun Monday. Merril is hosting with the theme of March Madness.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 