Rusty Flower

Image courtesy of Magpie Tales/Skip Hunt

Rusty Flower

It sits silent and still; blades do not move.

Instead of a sirocco-god, it's now  

only a rusted, black-eyed Susan.  You’ve

got to look close, in order to see how

it once spun silver…centrifugal pow-

ered.   At present, on corrugated sheets

of metal, it meets metal and dies.  Trow…

Time, in time, eventually defeats

turbines, wind-sails and the human being.

We all get old if we’re not in some groove.

Yet, in knowing this, it’s somehow freeing

since (save for self) there’s nothing else to prove.

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Notes:  The poetic form is Pantoum.  It was inspired by the above picture-as-prompt, kindly provided for by Magpie Tales.  It's not my usual humorous(ish) piece, granted, but the words just seemed to come out that way and I decided to go with it.  

On the other hand, regarding humor, perhaps I should re-title my post "Fan Page.'   Just kidding.

Picture Perfect

When you pair illustrations, artwork, graphics or photos with words, the results can be extraordinarily vivid and exciting.  Monday's Child provides picture prompts every Monday, with gentle childhood themes.  Today's prompt is an illustration by fellow blogger lissa.  The poem I wrote for this is in the form Sonnetina Tre.

Since the theme today for the March Challenge is 'nature' (in honor of Luther Burbank, who was born today in 1849) I decided to use one of my own original photographs to illustrate my poem.  The photo was taken at a recent local garden and flower show, and the poetic form is Ya Du.

Bedtime Story by lissa

Go To Sleep, Katie

Sitting in bed with my most bestest book,

bunny ears on…let the magic begin.

This is the moment I love.  Take a look…

“Go to sleep, Katie!”  “Hey Mom, in a min.”

I’m up to the chapter right near the close,

and what happens next?  A conjurer’s trick!

I know how this ends, but - fun to suppose…

“Go to sleep, Katie!”  “Hey Mom, in a tic.”

I’m finally finished.  Gosh, that was fun!

“Go to sleep, Katie!”  “Okay Mom.  I’m done.”

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Branch with Blue Flowers

Petals of blue…

déjà vu. I

sense you, but why?

Is it I see

something I know is part of me?

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Yikes and Yum

Yikes and yum!

Yikes because I still have to do the Poetry Tow Truck poem (see yesterday's prompt), thank the nice folks who dropped by to write sweet comments here and also, visit, read and comment on a whole passel of blogs by the writers and poets whose work I have really gotten into big time in the last few weeks.

Yum because I bought a brand new fondue pot today and - much to my family's delight - made a delish cheese fondue for dinner tonight.

Since Sunday Scribblings wanted us to write about food, I did a poem all about (what else?) fondue.

And since I was in a festive mood about the fondue thing, I kept the spirit going in a 5/7/5 haiku inspired by the photo prompt of Sis/Few Miles.

Here we go!

Image courtesy of Chalet Ticino

O Fondue, I’m Fond of You

Apple slices, cubed baguette,

veggies julienned, and set

on a platter, to be dipped

in a pot that’s been equipped

with some shredded Emmenthal,

Gruyère, white wine, and a small

dash of nutmeg, pepper too,

and some Kirsch and garlic.  Ooooh!

Take a long fork.  Figure eight -

dunk some bread; then on your plate.

If you drop those speared bits - Ooooh!

Kiss the person next to you.

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Honey of an Invitation

Bzzz!  Make a beeline

to Polly Nation’s Party!

Bee there or bee square!

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Deux Fleurs

Today's Haiku-a-Thon poems are being brought to you by the prompts of SiS/Few Miles (Cynosure) and Writer's Island (Beguile.)  These words, interestingly enough, can often make an intersection with their meanings.  However, that would be way too easy if I wrote only one Haiku about only one thing - plants, or flowers in this instance.  On the other hand, there would be no real contrast if I used that definition intersection for two flowers, so that's not what I'm posting here - even if I am penning two 5/7/5 Haiku.  Instead, I am writing about two distinctly different plants.

Beguile

Image courtesy Gardino Nursery Corp.

Phalaenopsis Orchid

phalaenopsis

exquisitely rare pastel

petals captivate

 Cynosure

Image courtesy Gardino Nursery Corp.

Amorphophallus Titanium

foul unpleasant scent;

inflorescence attracts flies…

cynosure for sure