Echo – dVerse Poetics

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Merril is our host for Poetics at dVerse poets pub this week. So, for today’s Poetics challenge, I’d like you to write something about echoes. You can write actual echo poetry—where you repeat the end word or syllable or echo sounds.

OR—you can write a poem about some sort of actual echoes.
OR –you write about the myth of Echo.
OR—you can combine any or all of these.

Voices echo dimly
in the hollow of my heart
empty no longer

The Voice – The Moody Blues

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

31 days of October challenge – day 19 – Do You Believe in Magic

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Opps, better late than never right? For the 31 days of October challenge

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Magic runs wild and
human hearts beat the old songs
of magic rising

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Haibun Monday – Canyon Walls and Dragonflies

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Dragonfly Zion National Park Springdale UT

Kim is hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse poets this week and bids us:

“write about an encounter with an insect: it can be a beautiful or a scary experience, one that enlightened or surprised you; it can be about an ordinary or an unusual insect. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs about your encounter with an insect, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season.”

Canyon Walls and Dragonflies

Grey rocks stand in stark juxtaposition to the red sandstone walls of the canyon. The brutal heat of the desert sun retreats as early sunlight casts it’s subtle glow. A pretty little river plays it’s gentle song. Not so long ago, rampaging fury carved this canyon with boulders and floods. But for now, all is at peace.

A tiny dragonfly alights on a slender blade before my eyes, fanning her delicate wings in the cool morning air. And all at once, I see. I see the magic of the canyon. Why it is called Zion, sanctuary, sacred ground. I see the magic of the land and water. I see the insect transform into a delicate winged fairy bidding me come, look deeper, see.

Summer’s child pauses
a slender reed bends beneath
her glorious wings

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Found Poetry February Day 10 – Haiku for a Cold Morning

Somehow this did not get posted yesterday, my apologies this travel has got me all parfuggled.

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Here’s a bit of found poetry from a seldom thought of source, a recipe. 😉

A Haiku for a cold morning

Strong vanilla spice
steaming hot cinnamon froth
texture, taste, coffee

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