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Adas Poetry Alcove

Poetry and Haiku

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Poet, Avid Gardener, Quilt Artist

Trying to Restart Again

Carpe Diem #1846 Trying to restart again


wet spring
discarding drown plants
setting new seedlings

replacing flowers
by the cold wet stone
spring hatchlings chirp
tears dried, visits lessen
conversation growing thin

Summertime

Carpe Diem #1845 Troiku Challenge: Summertime

at the seashore
wind of summer through my hair
the shortest night

© Chèvrefeuille ummer through my hair

             

at the seashore
last embers of sunset
dance on the water

wind of summer through my hair
mixture of lotion and brine
engulf the shore

the shortest night
blazing stars give way
to fiery sunrise

Returning to Normal

Carpe Diem #1844 Returning Back To Normal (I Hope)

cautious journey
meeting newest grandson
ten months late 

summertime journey
obscure paths explored
still social distancing

Mist Clouds

Carpe Diem #1843 Troiku Challenge 1: Mist Clouds

roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds


© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

roaring down the beach
tufts of white foam
flapping in the wind

at the height of winter waves
surfers gearing up to catch
wind fetch gracing coast

mist clouds
ramble the rock face
heightening the surge

Hoarfrost -Troiku

fragile beauty
cranberries covered with sugar
first hoarfrost                  © Chèvrefeuille

fragile beauty
windows glazed over
crystal frost feather

cranberries covered with sugar
garnish rich cake tops
abet temptation 

first hoarfrost
crying kitten wakes household
to winter wonderland

Hoarfrost

Image by jggrz from Pixabay 

early frost
garden flowers decked out
glistening crystals

Blue Moon

Halloween treat
blue moon shining
on ghosts and ghoulies

wind in the trees
shadows dance wildly
under a blue moon

Blue Hunter’s Moon 
chill of winter preys
on our hearts

Etheree for Milford’s Pond #Tanka Tuesday # PhotoPrompt

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 199 #PHOTO PROMPT

one
splitting
into two
at water’s edge
autumn’s reflection
bleeds into the water
stirring distant memories
blending them gently together
transcending a multitude of years
anchored only by a pair of white swans

Precipice

Image credit; Adrien King @ Unsplash

Time trickles slowly
through my fingers.
The stars in their eternal orbits
shifting with the seasons.
My mind stretched
between the past and the future.
I want to move forward
without loosing all
that I’ve held precious,
without letting go
of old dreams, or you.
And so, I stand at the precipice
drowning in the weight
of what was or could have been.
Teetering back and forth
trying to let go,
trying to reach the stars ✨
to ignite new hopes.
I just need one little push.

What do you see # 51 – 12 October’20

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