Day: October 13, 2018
**Image found on Pixabay; text added by Natalie“I don’t think inspiration just comes from the sky. I think you have to sit down and you have to work. Sometimes it’s…”
“I don’t think inspiration just comes from the sky. I think you have to sit down and you have to work. Sometimes it’s really hard, and sometimes things come easier, but really you have to show up, you have to get to work, and you have to have determination.”
Tara Donovan, sculptor
davidbrucehaiku: FALLEN AUTUMN LEAVES
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FALLEN AUTUMN LEAVES
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Fallen autumn leaves
Keep their color and beauty
Briefly, then decay
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Decayed autumn leaves
A much needed part of life
Future flower food
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Renewed
renewed
Nature wastes naught
recalls every dead leaf
that feeds the life of each fresh bud
if past’s ghosts filled her heart’s echo chamber
they would drown out the living beat
of spirit recycled
reawakened
renewed
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Entry posted in poetry & Rictameter Verse.
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Some days are…
Devoted
not wasting our words ~ on the silences we share ~ doting on stillness — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa — Photo: Scania 2018/08
Grief is like…
After Thought
Dark falls so fast
Not quite a sonnet for Frank Hubany’s dverse challenge. I’m fond of iambic pentametre.
Dark falls so fast, the year spins to a close,
Clouds rush across the darkening sunset sky,
The leaves are turning, falling is the rose,
Our hours dwindling with the sun’s last sigh.
No twilight lingers where the fox and hare
Dance with the swirling of the pearly mist,
Cold teeth are baring in the evening air,
And autumn’s cheek grows cold with winter kissed.
Would that the balmy wind, so full of joy
At summer’s brink, when all the world was green,
Blow still among these tired boughs that ploy
Beneath the north wind’s bite, bitter and keen.
Yet if this autumn’s gold was never shed,
Would spring from winter’s blood ever be bled?
Cutting Edge – A Haiku Poem
Words said in anger
Cut like the edge of a sword
Let my poems heal
~The Tennessee Poet~
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