Blue Skies

Laura’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is “Less is more”. With that in mind, I have written an American Sentence.  So less is truly more.

Blue Skies
I never get tired of the blue sky.” – Vincent van Gogh

A cloudless blue sky gives hope even to the birds that fly through the storms.

copyright Toni Spencer

Haibun: Autumn Leaves III

Haibun: Autumn Leaves III
“Autumn’s the mellow time.” William Allingham

The dead leaves drift in faded tatters. I can see their spirits rising in the rain. The green leaves are now gone. Leaves float in the river of goodbye.
trees wave in the wind
saying goodbye to their leaves
half past autumn has arrived

Like the waters

For Rommy’s prompt at Real Toads, Words to Live By. I read this in my early teens. These words have held my mind all these years.

Like the Waters
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
William Butler Yeats

We cast the ashes of our regrets
into the waters.
We cast the ashes of our sorrows
into the waters.
We cast the ashes of our dreams
into the waters.
All of our beauties we cast into the waters.
They ride the currents to the ocean
and become one with it.
We watch them drift away from us,
we say goodbye and look up at the sky.
The clouds drift by in the water
of the sky and drown themselves
in the horizon.

Abandoned Kitchen

For Carrie’s Sunday Muse Blogspot.

Abandoned Kitchen
“Did you ever wonder Why abandoned houses looked so sad Much like the people Their exterior was only for the function.” Maria Lehman, The Dreaming Doors

the door opens.
The smell hits you –
dampness, mold,
cold lifeless things.
there is a darker sort of silence
as if the kitchen is holding its breath,
holding it for so long
it had forgotten how to breathe.

Sleeping Bee

I went out to check on my bees because there have been some very cold nights. I put the stethoscope next to the hive and listened rather than breaking the hive open and letting in the cold air. To my satisfaction, my bees are fine. This is for Kim’s challenge on Real Toads, The Uncertainty of a Poet. I don’t know if I did this right. It isn’t my style at all but it is interesting.

Sleeping Bee
“We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.” Marcus Aurelius

I am a bee in a hive.
I am a sleeping bee.

I am a warm bee safe in the middle
of other sleeping bees.

other sleeping bees are warm
and snuggled together.

I am a snuggling bee sleeping through winter
winter is outside the hive

outside the hive winter roars
let the winter roar

I am safe within my hive
I am sleeping in a hive

I will awaken in spring
I will sleep no longer

sleeping bees

Lost Leaves

For Poets United Midweek Motif – Longing. An American Sentence. Also for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.

Lost Leaves
“To ask why we fall in love is to ask why the leaves fall.” ― Jimvirle/Jinvirle

Autumn deepens; faded leaves swirl in the cold wind searching for their tree.

Poison Ivy

I was in hospital for several weeks while I was six due to a horrible poison ivy infection.  The first thing I did when we bought our house was to search out all of the poison ivy on the place and use a special weed killer to end it.  For Kim’s prompt on dVerse, Sylvia and Ted. Writing about useless things that grow.  Tersets. I guess.  Write in the format of Sylvia Plath or Ted Huges.

 


Poison Ivy

“Inside leaflets like mittens will itch like the dickens. Leaves of three, let it be.” Old Time Thymes about poison ivy.

poison ivy is sneaky
lying in wait for
the unaware

horrible itchy rash –
covering your body
from head to toenails


Poison Ivy

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