Sunday stroll

Haibun Monday 10-21-24: Fall foliage or Spring blossoms

hello all you have tempted me into writing my first haibun in a while.

#dversepoetspub.

Sunday morn stroll

My Sunday mornings normally include a stroll to get bread or milk or both. Mundane, day to day, grey in the scheme of things. But every now and again nature throws in some colour. Just to brighten my Sunday wander. These come in the form of mighty sunrises. Spring time is a riot of colour with area put aside wild flowers in the local park. but this weekend the trees were showing their autumnal colours.

Misty morning riot,
Full autumn colour on show,
Trees, leaves, quiet time.


© 21/10/2024 rog leach

starlorn #210

Quadrille #210 – Let there be Light

Starlorn.

Wandering by starlight,
I wish,
Washed out,
Summer nights.

Starlorn* days.

Wandering until sun rise,
I wish,
Soggy till dawn,
Summer night.

Starlorn days.

Wondering if?
I will ever meet,
The stars again.

Starlorn.

*  found in John Keong’s dictionary of obscure sorrows.

© 14/10/2024 rog leach

three little words.

MTB: Counting to Three

thank you #dversepoterypub tonight for quite a challenge in writing to a new form for me on #nationalpoetryday.

Three little words.

Exam.
Life is no exam, live life, love,
Dance and sing, give your heart away,
Let your heart fly high like a dove,
Life is no exam, live life, love,
Do not fear to wear life’s love glove,
Your hearts one desire may well stray,
Life is no exam, live life, love,
Dance and sing, give your heart away.



Rocks.
Dance and sing, let yourself rock out,
Music uplifts, let it pluck your heartstrings.
Pleas never let there be a drought,
Dance and sing, let yourself rock out,
Prance, dance and throw yourself about,
Get music in, your being unslings,
Dance and sing, let yourself rock out,
Music uplifts, let it pluck your heartstrings.


Sketch.
Sketch this bitch, dancing all alone,
Heartbroken, but still living life,
Grief forced into learning, grown,
Sketch this bitch, dancing all alone,
A lust for life never blown,
Minds refusal to accept strife,
Sketch this bitch, dancing all alone,
Heartbroken, but still living life.

heart strings #quadrille209

dVerse — Quadrille Monday 209 — Plucking Strings

thanks lisa @ #dversepoetrypub for afun prompt.

Heart strings.

String up my heart,
Why don’t you,
I gave it freely.

Affection Swindler,
Centre of attention,
Heart strings plucked,
Swindled of affection.

Believed in you,
Pretty perfection,
Naivety my weakness,
Never love again.

I gave it freely
Why did I,
String up my heart.

© 30/09/2024 rog leach.

sea breeze

Tuesday Poetics: Endings

Bogna Regis?

Oh, which Bacon bap? Sausage bap?
Washed down with coffee, strong milky coffee.
Not a soul in sight, misty morning quiet,
Waiting, waiting, waiting. Chilled out.
A coach shimmers and rattles up the hill,
My seat awaits, Phoenix driving.
Bogna here I come, Bogna here we come
Sea side adventure calls.
Loving the excitement as old timers chatter,
Youngsters giggle, demanding are we there yet.

Seaside rendezvous with fish and chips.
Loving the anticipation of coastal vibes.
Bogna Regis, Bogna Regis you disappoint,
Filthy streets, empty hotels, run down vibes.
Sea breeze and pebble beach empty,
Empty of love, full of lost greatness.
Back on the coach, escaping the rotten Bogna,
The smell of the driver,
Was phoenix a dirty fat girl?

© 17/09/2024 rog leach