Showing posts with label August senryu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label August senryu. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2012

... Hello to April--again

"Anniversary"

Six-year
azaleas, lush
with pink florescence,
a memorial to Mom from
her friends.
~~~

tiger swallowtail
stopping by the azaleas,
then the dianthus
~~~

"The Large and Small of It"
A young
boy in flip-flops
walks on rails beside huge
wheels of the last locomotive
built for

Union
Pacific line
in 1944--
this day, used for historical
display.
~~~

a strong burst of wind
sheers off a leg-sized limb
one foot from my car
~~~

"Games"
Two black
cats interrupt
my outside reading with
one chasing the other around
the house,

like we
children did when
playing Ante-Over
(Auntie Over?). I wonder which
cat won.
~~~

Kum Ba Ya
over and over ... singing
his cat to sleep
~~~

the family scattered --
Easter lunch for two
at Taco Bell
~~~

c 2012 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press
See my prose blog at Pitty Patter (pittypatter-pittypatter.blogspot.com)

Thursday, September 29, 2011

"It's the little things we do ..." - Willa Hoey*

(*from The Joy of Words published by the Ferguson Publishing Co. 1960, Chicago.)

Here are some little poems of mine. Some were inspired by news articles; some by nature around me. Enjoy.

THE STORM
Thunder's
shaking the porch
(made of concrete) that holds
the swing. Too close for me; I go
inside.
~~~

SAYS THE PRIME MINISTER
Dangers
of nuclear
technology are cause
enough for Japan to reduce
program.
~~~

cool in the shade
should I mow now
or wait till evening?
~~~

CHURCHILL DOWNS
At least
one racehorse barn
as well as the chapel
were damaged by a tornado.
Some folks

might yell,
"Divine judgment!"
but it won't do any
good. "Just a twist of nature," the
answer.
~~~

sunset
on the placid lake
of her painting
~~~

FATHER OF CRYONICS MOVEMENT
"...frozen under
optimum conditions
to have one more chance."
~~~

chickadee
at the feeder
ant on my arm
~~~

c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Adieu to August--a potpourri

"'Morning"
the only human word
on the trail
~~~

quiet, 3-block street
a short cut used for
dirt-hauling dump trucks
~~~

on the last page
of my journal ... flagging
story ideas
~~~

riddle: a yard full
of dogs, but none bark
or bite? (plaster casts)
~~~

first love ...
the way a new book's pages
crackle
~~~

a fine line:
being there for someone
and being used
~~~

Eureka Springs:
the tolerant town that lives
on tourism
~~~

Alzheimer's victim
murdered for the Cadillac
she couldn't drive
~~~

c 2011 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press