Cat meets bird, eats bird
Leaving blue feathers behind
Nature takes its course
—
I used to live in a house with a terrier, 3 other dogs, 2 cats, and a parrot… And recently heard a story of two birds, one of which met its maker at the cat’s hand, or paw. 😮 Regardless of what we call demestication, animals ultimately behave in the way that is most natural to them.
Walking to the street car
Trudging through the snow
Ambling to the coffee shop
Finding warmth aglow…
Flying first on airplane
Rumbling on a train
Taking trips at one time
I would never take again…
Walking through the storefronts
Trudging through the snow
Ambling through a foreign land
Finding what I know!
—
Memories of my trips to Germany, with thanks to Petra for doing all that walking with me! Written for Anmol’s prompt at
dVerse.
Every mother remembers her child’s birthday. But my son’s is a kind of birth day for me as well. Full-term and healthy, just born in his own time and place.
I wake early, eat breakfast, and talk to my mother before she goes on with her day. She says something along the lines of, “You look like you’re about to pop.” I respond, “Well, the baby will come soon.” She asks, “Today?” I say, “No, I don’t think so.”
I feel great. Later, I lie down to rest. On a trip to the bathroom, our golden retriever wines and starts following me. At the time I don’t understand why; I think she’s sad because the rest of the family isn’t home. But she knows more than I do.
March does indeed come in like a lion. It’s very cold and windy. I decide to take a warm bath. And I’m only in the tub a few minutes when the pressure begins. I won’t say it hurts. I believe it’s too fast, too shocking to hurt. Simply put, my baby wants to come into this world, and there’s nothing I can do about it. So I don’t, just let the miracle of nature take its course, with the dog, bless her heart, outside the bathroom door. On that day my son is born, and some new spirit is born in me.
baby born unplanned
riding on the wind and cold
child of the Lamb
—
Haibun for the “memorial” prompt at
dVerse.
The birds sing free,
and so can you!
I choose a song
of freedom, too!
Our world is rich
in sound and song,
and everyone
within belongs!
From melody
to harmony,
there’s special parts
for you and me:
So find
and sing
YOURS
joyfully!
—
My Quadrille for Kim’s “Eat the Rich” prompt at
dVerse.
As in and out the seasons flow
And days go by, some fast, some slow,
With things I can or cannot bear;
Through change, unchanging love we share.
By day I wake, by night I sleep
(Or not) and then a vigil keep.
I know both hope and deep despair;
Through change, unchanging love we share.
The path is lit; the way is dark.
The slightest rustle leaves a mark.
I walk through fog and clearest air;
Through change, unchanging love we share.
As in and out the seasons flow,
Through change, unchanging love we share.
—
This poem is a
Kyrielle Sonnet.
I am wood,
balanced between
earth and sky.
I am turquoise,
green and blue, earth and water
combined.
I am wood,
grown, cut down, fashioned, burned,
changed by my own life path.
I am Spring,
even when I don’t feel the sun
within.
I am wood,
creating fire,
destroying and transforming.
I am mi,
not the root but still essential
to the musical scale.
I am wood,
balanced between
earth and sky.
—
My response to Amaya’s beautiful and thought-provoking “In my Element” prompt at
dVerse,
with some help from
Utah Symphony!
I am on my way,
light and dark and day
and night.
Constantly I pray
that I do not stray
from right.
Yet I feel the clay
at my feet decay.
Dragons I must slay
circle me and play
with fire.
Jumping in the fray,
piercing with a ray
of ire.
Wounded, there I lay,
under skies of gray.
Standing now, I sway,
look around and they
are gone…
Spirit on display
lifts me up to say
WELL DONE!
Light and dark and day,
I am on my way!
—
Lai Nouveau for
dVerse.
Our first picnic was Labor Day. It was not outside, but it was a picnic to us – hamburgers baked in the oven and baked beans on the stove. It was simple food on a simple day. But to us it was another milestone – our first picnic!
Baked beans and burgers
Hot outside and cool inside
First of many more
—
My picnic Haibun for
dVerse.
by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
These are the Seasons in which we live.
It may be hard to tell
Which Season best describes each one of us.
Some of us may relate better to the Winter season:
Cold, callous, selfish uncaring;
Building walls so no one can enter,
But at the same time
Not building any bridges either…
Such a shame!
Some may better relate to the Spring season:
Happy, full of life, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed;
Ready to take on the world,
Cheerful personality, always greeting folks with a smile!
Or are you better matched with the good old Summertime:
Hot, spicy, ready to drop it like it’s hot;
The typical party animal,
Setting the world on fire!
Or does the Fall season best suit you as a person:
Laid back, calm, peaceful;
Just letting the world go by
Without a care!
But there are other seasonings in life also.
Just as one would season their food for the right taste,
It can’t hurt to season your life to fit the perfect you!
Dealing in your own life always takes time,
But when you have the right herbs and spices,
One can never go wrong.
Whatever season best fits you,
Always remember to take a little time
To add some flavor to your life!
God bless always!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.
Shared with
dVerse.
The sun begins to rise
And washes darkest lies
Away.
The every day surprise
Of dawn that comes alive
Will stay.
And if we wake up wise,
Then with the sun we rise
And pray.
—
Another Lai for
dVerse.
Mystical Strings 
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