Patchwork Prose and Verse
Nature’s Flashlight
In springtime moonlight
the neap tides rise, salt marshes
tucked tightly in bed
In summer moonlight
barefoot lovers’ silhouettes
hold hands on the shore
In autumn moonlight
candy-seeking sheet ghosts glide
jack-o-lanterns glow
But winter moonlight
holds the best magic of all:
a tiny red nose
The Freeloading Leech
hypothyroidism thinks she’s my boss
she’s parked all crooked in a long black hearse
but she ain’t nothin’ but an albatross
if I could evict her, I’d see weight loss she’s living rent-free while I’m unreimbursed
hypothyroidism thinks she’s my boss
if she’d signed a lease, her ass out I’d toss
she’s a freeloading leech: a needy curse
yeah, she ain’t nothin’ but an albatross
she struts around me like she’s awesome sauce
she thinks that I think things couldn’t be worse
hypothyroidism thinks she’s my boss
like toxic beggar lice, she comes across
she sticks far too close, her attitude terse
but she ain’t nothin’ but an albatross
unlike her, I feel joyful – seldom cross –
‘cause I’ve got friends who’ll gang up in verse
hypothyroidism thinks she’s my boss
but she ain’t nothin’ but an albatross
I took four lines from yesterday’s poets (Margaret Simon, Jennifer Jowett, Allison Berryhill, and Susie Morice) to arrange them vertically and wrote a quadruple today. I have a link to a previous time I attempted this as well, with directions on how I like to vary the golden shovel form:
The Golden Rule Witching Wand
you giggled from morning sun to stars at twilight
could our connecting heart threads make us wish for more soul tickling?
trust the heart, once we know one’s worrisome shadows!
me? I have lost fear over circumstances I stretched
to summits, walked unscathed far away and shall long
keep laughter from becoming tears. Will I allow the
a in (a) (one) (me) (I) to lead the change? the optimistic
thing about kinship stitchery is it likeness to golden rule witching
alive to truth, we toss aside the madness and wave the healing wand
Inspired by Mo Daley to write a decima, a form with ten lines, 8 syllables per line, rhyme scheme ABBAACCDCC on any chosen topic
A Dinghy Decima
calming lake winds whisper my name
my heart strings pull toward the shore
such beckoning I can’t ignore
(wild inner spirit all but tame)
when gypsy sirens lured, I came
blue flowered kayak- Hippie Soul
and picnic cooler for the shoal
a backward launch to self propel
a tranquil paddle my day’s goal
as nature’s virtues I extol
Kim’s Royal Meadow
Kimberly Lynn Haynes
Royal fortress meadow-sent
Haiku beginning
Name given at birth
Twice changed: Meyer and Johnson
Dark night and daybreak
Titles given, earned
Miss, Mrs., Ms., Dr. J
Proud ex-wife, proud wife
sister, mom, nana
Traveler, reader, writer
pen is my scepter
Crown: white daisy chain
My glass slippers: Birkenstocks
Tie-dyed ball gown queen
My meadow kingdom ~
one big hippie Woodstock realm
Take my hand! Step in…..
Camp Day
camp day power nap
loading up is exhausting!
let the snooze begin!
Back to bed today
Feeling fatigued and lazy
Snuggling with the dogs
Having bloodwork done
Fasting, now dehydrated.
Good luck with my veins
Of My Yesterday
Mama often said:
“(Someone) seems fully perturbed!”
I was the someone.
scholarship granted
poetry foundation work
Multitasking work
Common Threads 