strawberry patch

tonight Frank is hosting at #dversepoetspub and he has asked us to write a haibun about memory

https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/22/haibun-monday-5-22-23-memory/

Strawberry patch.

The strawberry patch of my younger years held joy. Those little white flowers low to the ground as it warms up in May. A prelude to bowlfuls of juicy red fruit for topping breakfast cereal. For having smothered in ice cream after school. Memory of the hot, hot summer of 1976.

Before school emptying watering cans around fruit and veg plants. After school Mum throwing empty bowls at me, my siblings and childhood friends, fill these up from the patch. Me on strawberries, siblings on veg and friends on anything ready.

Strawberries picked,

Fingers sticky, bellies full,

Plenty left for jam.

Mirrored

https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/15/quadrille-mirror-mirror-on-the-wall/

hello all at #dversepoetspub.

Here is my quadrille for Merrill’s mirror prompt.

Mirrored!

#quadrille, #reflections, #dversepoetspub.

Am I dreaming,

Am I witnessing,

Russet red sunset over,

Autumn coloured trees,

Strikingly Reflected in,

Unrippled water,

Beautiful nature’s bounty.

Mirrored.

Mirrored,

Beautiful nature’s bounty,

Unrippled water,

Strikingly reflected in,

Autumn coloured trees,

Russet red sunset over,

Am I witnessing,

Am I dreaming.

Here i reflect upon life — Idle reflections

under your x #quadrille175

sharing a grandparents love #grandparents

https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/01/quadrille-175-mapping-out-our-poems/

Thank you De for tonight’s Quadrille prompt of the wonderful word “map” here at #dversepoets prompt.

Under your x #quadrille175.

Put a mark on their map.

Leave something behind,

A time capsule wrapped,

In a memory.

Give your children’s children,

Some buried treasure.

Like my grandparents left for me,

Marking the map of my heart,

With their treasure of love.

Not all treasure sparkles.

open mic fun.

today at #dversepoetspub we are invited to write about music. It is something I have always enjoyed.

Punam at paeans unplugged has invited us to included some Linda Perry song titles in our posts.

I have chosen the following from the given list, “Edge of your atmosphere.”, bang that drum.”, “life in a bottle.” and “secret lover”.

The following are links to poems on the subject i have already shared. the second two I have share numerous times at open mic nights.

Music #quadrille.

106 Drums

Music Dab

My two favourite songs at the moment are She by Alice Phoebe lou and Kokopelli by Omnia.

Open mic fun.

The butterflies are there,

As I enter the open mic,

Entering the,

“Edge of your atmosphere.”

My name goes on the board,

The “secret lover” that is,

My shenanigans stick,

Appears in my hand.

“Bang that drum”.

Shake the shenanigans,

As I recite, audience,

Not always with me.

Music always thunderous,

Enjoyable predominantly,

But not always but better,

Then a “Life in a bottle”.

Local musical friends,

And poets of course,

Brought together by music,

Wrapped in its warmth.

Homemade is best — Stomp that noise maker

wistfully #poetics

welcome all to tonight’s #dverse poets pub where we are talking #windows.

This picture is the window in front of which I work. this winter it froze on the inside forming the pattern shown.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/04/18/poetics-window-gazing/

Wistfully. #winterblues

Here I stand cold and tired,

Wistfully waiting for warmth,

Melancholy overtaking my thinking,

Anticipating being warm again.

Staring through icy windows,

In need of a warm summer holiday,

Winter blues biting deep,

Freezing this heart.

Wistfully waiting an end,

An end to cold,

Cold damp drudgery,

Just wistful thinking.

View from window,

As frozen as my heart,

Craving an end to winters,

drudgery.

A permanent fix required,

The frozen windows bars of ice,

Breaking this heart as it knows,

Of no summer holiday to come..

Knowing the melancholy,

Will follow me through,

To next winter’s biting,

Bitter cold wondering?

Wondering if I shall survive,

Another winter gazing,

Through a window of ice bars,

Without, without, without.