image link There comes a season In Michigan, When asparagus Slowly rises from the soil It takes the right temperature And the right moisture To make asparagus happen. It is sold at the local farmer’s market At exhorbitant prices, now That the farmer’s market is A fashionable place to be seen. A farmer,…
Month: October 2017
Day 24.2 — OctWriPoMo — Eyes are Replaced. Also The Daily Prompt: Trademark
image link BLITZ form of poetry Eyes are Replaced Look for it in the mouth Look in the eyes Eyes grim Eyes hard Hard as stone Hard as apathy Apathy pervades Apathy destroys Destroys lives Destroys planet Planet diseased Planet crying Crying please Crying stop Stop selling Stop killing Killing life Killing hope…
Day — OctWriPoMo — Shared Love
All of my hosta doubled this year My Rose of Sharon hit 6 feet this summer The peonies were so fragrant The marigolds took over the patch by the garage I started some red pine from seeds! Those iris rhizomes you gave me all bloomed! The tomato seeds from the heirlooms all sprouted The lilacs…
Day 23 — OctWriPoMo — Fall
image linkimage link Nonet, poetry form with 9 lines and syllables equal to the line number. Fall serves as season and as actor Cloud blankets squeezed of daily drops Apples dripped off their branches Wet wings drop altitude Temperatures ebb Daylight dwindles Seeds plummet Moods dip Moon
Day 22 — OctWriPoMo — Character Study
image link Please note: this is a fictional character. Any resemblance between actual persons or situations is purely coincidental. Spectacular smile Greets new employees She’s your immediate best friend –Genuinely welcoming? –Adding to her horde? Dressed to the nines Every day, nary a hair astray A study in superlatives, The latest fashions The shortest…
Day 21 — OctWriPoMo — Nothing Remains the Same
image taken at Gilmore Car Museum at Hickory Corners After so many paralyzing ruminations, yet Before being able to talk myself out of action Came the revelation that I can Do whatever I choose as a path on this Earth. That well-worn, logical options aren’t always the best. Fear, the consummate servant of the psyche…
Day 20 — OctWriPoMo — Jones
Little house big trees On a city’s main artery Sons long gone Neighbor’s son Growing from brat To freak Fence graffiti weekly Time to move on PATIENT Realtor Websites SWMRIC Showings Drive-bys Tours Bids Repeat Repeat Repeat Years Resignation Then…. Swmric HIT Not far Jumped in the car Drive…. Stop Window tour Back…
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