hummingbird chimes glow
neon helix in night sky
angels make music

Patchwork Prose and Verse
fairy lights twinkle in summertime trees
night magic sparkles on firefly green leaves
darkness of black sky sets stage for the stars
evening’s cool blanket, reprieve from the heat
front porch swing beckoning rest for sore feet
chamomile tea welcomes day’s end with peace
myth’s constellations: such stories they weave
Jessie
her servant’s heart embraced their broken hope
her gentle spirit wielded toughest love
such prayerful presence resurrecting souls
her intercessions strong on their behalf
(and even in their healing, they could laugh)
in restoration, re-learned how to cope
with Jessie‘s guiding wisdom from above
If I were giving
you a gift basket
I’d make it a summertime sensation!
you’d receive
a skin-safe clean sunscreen
to keep you scorch-free and silky
a pair of sunglasses with readers
to soften the sunbeams
and a splishy
lightweight water tumbler
to saturate your senses
a basket sure
to make a splash !
against the backdrop of clear cut pine trees
their homes have all fallen, logs now piled high
it gutted my soul as I mourned for their loss
from one lone hardwood tree left standing tall
the song of a wood thrush brings hope to all
proclaims resilience, brings me to my knees
its gratitude praise song raised to the sky
Today’s poem is a Demi Sonnet, which contains slant rhyme or rhyme, 7 lines, in the pattern ABCDDAB. I was inspired to write this one after reading The Hurt Bone by Keetje Kuipers.
The Deep Woods of Hurt
I bat away limbs in the deep woods of hurt
stumble and trip over rocks in the dark
faster and faster through scratches and scrapes
old hurts rise again from the depths of the soul
resurging emotions, bitter and cold
how quickly, how quickly the heart can revert
how deeply forever pain leaves its mark
Today’s poem is a Demi-Sonnet, which consists of 7 lines and either slant rhyme or rhyme in a pattern of ABCDDAB. Last month, I had a visit from a Chuck Will’s Widow (they sound like whippoorwills) as the tree farm was being clear cut. Our Loblolly pines are becoming telephone poles, and the birds that were here have all moved on to trees on other farms.
The Forecast
Chuck Will’s Widow forecasts gloom
from atop the Loblolly pines
some say they’re spirits standing guard
there in the darkness of the night
have you seen one? an eerie sight!
but which side should prepare for doom?
she’s perched between two property lines……