LOSS (for Jilly’s Half-a-poem challenge and WPC: Elemental)

Moon, lost in orbit looking for its sun, I am a gaping silence devouring your memory an altar of your absence   I am participating in Jilly’s Half-a-poem Challenge by writing the first part of a Somonka.   A somonka is a type of Japanese poetry framed in two tankas. It has love as the

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

Predator is prey survival of the fittest balance of nature   DAILY POST:  PEST

AN OLD COUNTRY FOOTBRIDGE

  BRIDGE Because love suffocates behind closed walls, it dares bare its very soul and brave heartaches so love can bridge the barriers fear built among hearts and bring healing Grace to all. ***** The poem is a pleiades, essentially a poem with seven lines that begins with the same letter and  with six syllables

ORDINARY MIRACLES

The old path offers nothing new. I have been in this place several times before. Still,  I have to be careful – between the network of exposed tree roots, the steep terrain, and the narrowness of the path – I could not afford to not pay attention. I am here to walk and to spend

NEST, AN EMPTY ONE

Build a home Layer by layer First of love Then prayer Make the pillar strong Roof stable To shelter Offspring to love born Helpless souls blessing home With graces untold Years go by Fledglings fly In the empty nest Life goes on.   WPC:  DELTA  

SUMMER (A Haibun)

My children run barefoot on the grass, their skin aglow from the sultry heat. Yelling and screaming, they chase each other, and when they tire, they turn on the faucet and spray each other with water from the hose. The driveway glistens, the grass soaks up the run-off water, and the roses drink of the

TRANSIENTS

Now we are here, in time and space, experiencing a moment unfold, then we are gone to our next destination. We are tourists seeing only what time allows. Then we go home and the world goes on, changing each moment. Yet we dare hope for things that last in this world that begins and ends

A RAINDROP

Fragile drops of rain Mother of rivers and clouds A world in focus   DAILY POST:  FOCUS

ON TOP OF A HILL

On top of the hill Grass waves; blackbirds trill Gentle Currents blow at will Butterflies sit still Watchful Of the skies that fill With big dark clouds. Will Rain fall? A lai poem inspired by Dverse Poets’ Pub prompt.

REGRETS

This piece combines Dverse Poets Pub’s quadrille prompt – storm – and Instagram’s @fallpoetry’s day number 5 #JuneFall’s prompt – “back scattered memories”.  Friends looking out for poetry prompts for inspiration and are in instagram, @fallpoetry’s page may be of interest to you.  On the other hand, you may find my poems at @imeldasantore.