Autumnal severance
season’s flashing tonality
present past present future
the shin hurt of childhood quarrel
aging fruit and jarring tumbler
last year’s fashion muffler, tomorrow’s cinder
moth-eaten “do my bones look big in this?” sweater
witch’s brew of prescription medicines
growing old is time’s obscurer
a flash of autumnal red
like twinkling stars
fade and fall
For Sammi's Day 6 ("witches brew") and Day 7 ("Do my bones look big in this?")
Warning: Sensitive topic broached. Björn at dVerse: MTB asks us to write a cadralor, which poetic form consists of "5, unrelated, numbered stanzaic images, each of which can stand alone as a poem, is fewer than 10 lines, and ideally constrains all stanzas to the same number of lines. Imagery is crucial to cadralore: each stanza should be a whole, imagist poem, almost like a scene from a film, or a photograph. The fifth stanza acts as the crucible, alchemically pulling the unrelated stanzas together into a love poem. By “love poem,” we mean that your fifth stanza illuminates a gleaming thread that runs obliquely through the unrelated stanzas and answers the compelling question: 'For what do you yearn?'" Click on Mr. Linky to join us.
A bird cries over the tele-
phone wire, is it you? is it done?
over black shrouded head
Shiny pruning shears in her gloved
hands, methodically apply to de-
locate dead heads, snip, snip
There once was a small torso in a
womb severally dislodged by forceps
into medical waste
If death comes in slippered feet,
will they curl at the ends
or just your lips? Mother?
All the ghosts have left, barren
in winter, the autumn leaves twist
the sea breezes rustle in her mind.
Profusion of pink
Distant memory of spring
As summer’s gold wanes
For Cee's FOTD, September 7, 2021:See the gorgeous red zinnias on Cee's site. Flower of the Day Challenge (FOTD). "Please feel free to post every day or when you you feel like it. Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts gardens, leaves and berries as well as flowers."
Time rebounds in dabs of paint
Watery sun soaks through space
Sensations blur
Colors seep
Diminishing lines
Reflections slur
Your hands, your face
Gaze untendered
Unbristled, still
A warm attention
Encompassing all
Formidable will
Probing memory
Dark sublime
Time rebounds in dabs of paint.
Written for D'verse, WhimsyGizmo's Quadrille (44 words) Click on Mr. Linky & join in!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge on this Friday, a sad but fragrant queen pink mini-rose, to remind you that those who are gone are only gone from sight.
This Jolly Beggar 