Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts

Sunday, September 24, 2023

Sleeping Clover

 

Bee and clover by William Warby on Unsplash


clover white and pink

gone to sleep as nights grow cold

waking in the spring

notes

The Haiga was inspired by a prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/10/carpe-diem-special-prompt-5.html

Text art was added to the image using Pixlr. This was one of those images where I felt it was best to keep things simple and clean. You are welcome to share the Haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl if you do. A link back to this blog would also be appreciated.

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Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Summer Gone Again

 

Base image by Gary Bendig on Unsplash


you are leaving now

as cold weather approaches

summer gone again

I found a butterfly wing

on the pathway walking home

notes

This Haiga was inspired by a prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/10/carpe-diem-special-3.html

Text art and effects were added to the base image in Pixlr by the poet. You are welcome to share the haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl. A link back to this blog would also be appreciated. 



Friday, February 7, 2020

Tan Renga Wednesday on Friday: Last Leaf


a last leaf
swirls on the wind towards the east -
first snow falls gently
the falling snow is pleasant
the icy roads are not so

~Chèvrefeuille & cie~


notes
The Hokku stanza was written by Chevrefeuille. The Ageku was created by me. I do like the snow, but I hate driving on icy roads. I've had a couple incidents when doing so which left me with a bit of PTSD. I tend to tense up when I have to drive on icy roads, which makes doing so a bad idea.

I will try to catch up with the poems over the next few days. I was working on a short story for blog.reedsy.com. If you are looking for a short story contest with no entry fee, they have a weekly contest here. Go to the apps section of the page and choose "story prompt."

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I believe I may have had another TIA. There always tends to be a cognitive shift when one of these happens. It's hard to explain. It isn't as if I'm having short term memory issues (well, no worse than I ever did). It's simply that the WAY I think changes. At this point, I find myself needing to be a little more measured in my output. I get tired very easily. It's frustrating because although I've never been a Type A personality by any means, I've always been very productive.

I know that I'm vulnerable to vascular problems because of my diabetes. Well, I'm perfectly happy to keep my blood sugars in check, which I can do if I have, you know, ADEQUATE INSULIN! Which my health care provider and Medicaid seem to be conspiring not to provide me. Going without insulin for weeks at a time is, I don't know, a bad thing when you're diabetic. 

The elite devils in charge of things don't care about that, though. They want the poor and the handicapped dead. Of course, then they won't have anyone to do the menial jobs that they revile, but I wouldn't give them too much credit for being smart.

Yeah, I said "handicapped" instead of the more politically correct "disabled." I honestly don't see what the difference is. I can apply both to my own condition, and I don't find either one offensive. Sometimes people become so busy picking nits that they forget to work on the issues that really matter.

Friday, November 15, 2019

Carpe Diem #1781: Dead Leaves


the leaves falling down
colorless on the cold wind
my heart breaks like ice

~Cie~


Notes:
I guess I came close to following the traditional Haiku rules, but if not, you can tell me that I suck and should go die in a fire like the trash poet (and excuse for a human being) that I am. For me, the expression is always more important than the rules, and it's difficult to teach a very old and stupid dog new tricks.

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #100: Indian Summer


I
after a warm day
a thin layer of fresh fallen snow
covers the garden

after a warm day
sweat slick on the back of neck
I dream of autumn

a thin layer of fresh fallen snow
on some faraway mountains
elsewhere but not here

covers the garden
there are not that many trees
a few fallen leaves

II
Indian Summer
inbetween seasons
roses bloom again

Indian summer
this was never his color
he was always pale

inbetween seasons
he exists between the worlds
observing sorrow

roses bloom again
another life lies ahead
the thought is tiresome

For Gem from Cie 
and 
Gerry from Pepper


Notes:
The "sleighs" of these Troiku were created by Chèvrefeuille. The horses of the apocalypse were wrangled into a story poem or collective of disjointed and depressive thoughts by me. Happy Pumpkin Spice Senryu to you.

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Tan Renga Challenge 2019: Day 8: Autumn Begins

Image by Stefan Schweihofer from Pixabay

cricket silence
between scraping sounds
autumn begins
for me a new beginning
or perhaps the end of all

Jane & Cie


Note:
The Hokku (Haiku) portion of the poem was written by Jane Reichhold. The Ageku, or closing stanza, was written by me.
Come the fall, I should have pictures of the old hotel my son is buying to renovate. This probably sounds a lot more posh than it is. This building is in a town listed on the Colorado Ghost Towns website, and it needs a lot of work.
For me, this move is literally either a new beginning or the beginning of the end. I have run out of options.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 5


Death March

In the cool of the evening when everything is getting kinda groovy
(Who the hell am I kidding? Nothing has been groovy for a hell of a long time.)
A cool voice greets me on the telephone
(Like that's going to happen)
Asking me if I want to come out and chill with him
I say "What the hell, let me get my coat?"
(Honestly, I'd probably say "Nah, I'm going to take a nap.)

Some think of autumn as a time of death
The leaves die and turn brown
Certain plants die 
Others go dormant
Some think of this change as sad
It doesn't trouble me

I haven't entirely changed my heathen ways
I used to turn to the worship of the old deities for comfort
This isn't devil worship, as the closed-minded believe
There's no devil involved
Satan is a construct of the religion I adhered to prior to this
They can have him

I left both these religions behind because of closed minds
Because of judgment
Because of a "my way or the highway" attitude
However, I still remember learning that autumn was not in fact a time of decay
It pleases me to keep this thought

Autumn is first the time of harvest
This is followed by renewal and rebirth
This is nothing bad or sad
We in modern times have structures which keep us from freezing
(Some of us do anyway)
We have refrigerators and pantries in which to store food
We don't have to fear as people did in older times
The change of seasons is not what makes me melancholy

The voice on the other end of the phone is the Grim Reaper
Honestly, death does not bother me so very much either
I'm tired of struggling
But I'm not so very fond of aging
I wouldn't care, except our society tells us that to age is to become ugly
I've never felt pretty, so now I really don't stand a chance

I don't like the change that age has brought to me
I don't mean the gray hair or a few lines--I could care less about that
(Oh yes, fuck you L'Oreal and Juvederm, and especially you, Botox)
I mean the lessening of my abilities
Which happen in spite of yoga or cardio workouts or strength training or any of that
The eyesight dims a little
The hearing becomes less acute
The body becomes stiffer
More vulnerable to disease
I don't like that much at all

I'm not quite ready to go on the final date
When I feel I've never really lived
I'm in the autumn of my life
Winter will be here all too quickly
Or not soon enough

Time goes by, with or without my permission

Welcome to the fall

~Helena~


Helena prefers free verse. Can you tell?
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

          

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

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