Seeing Red …

We are challenged today to really incorporate color into our poem. Whatever you see, whatever you write – really SEE it in color. This was fun. I just chose a few poet friends here on the Net and wrote bits about them, seeing them in the colors that they portray to me. This is at dVerse Poets Pub where the greatest poets in the world meet up for a drink and a few good words and “The Color Festival.”

A stitch here and
there, red thread
pulled. Red coat – rushing
to get her kids off to
school, Claudia – she stops
in the rain
looking down into the
puddle, a reflection
of her home
in red brick
rippling through
the water.
Little eddies
of swirling silver and
gray
with hints of
the sun coming out,
become a froth of
many whites
almost a silver
reflection
in their
splash.

Sherry with her
dog
Jasmine the color of
ginger putty
on a sunny day
the light is a deep
yellow
with the sparkle
of it’s sunshine
bouncing off
the glitter
in the bluest bay.
She sits
upon a log,
a paled wheat
bleached by the sun
with gray and black
streaks.
She sits
watching
white puff clouds
so high they fly
racing by.
She drinks her
dark rich brown coffee
from a warm olive-green
mug, as Jasmine plays
on the
loose
pale bleed of pink sand.

Brian a hand
out to each child
bringing them
along, everyone in a
variant shade
of blue tee-shirt,
gray-blue,
sky-blue
calmest ocean blue.
They head for the
park-bench on
a silvery
sunny day
where they will
sit down
for a picnic
beautiful wife and
mother
tagging along
green like the
earth bringing
PB & J
sandwiches
of love
the color of nuts
tannish, brownish with
grape jam oozing
from the bread
made of
family love.

Grace,
just that.
Grace comes in
many hues
I should think of her
painting by the
sea – palette filled
with every color.
Hair reddish
dress white
with a yellow
sash
silver dangling from her
ears. A purple
ribbon in
her hair.

Mary
off quickly
down the street
pencil thin
a dark shirt
perhaps a gray
white cuffs
with red buttons.
The three
little ones behind
gray, white,
tan,
brown and black
a walk by the
bay.
Swiveled
brown leather
leashes
never
tangle
each little
one with
a red collar
one blue
and one green.

Bjorn stands
against a dark
scowl filled sky
gray-black clouds
raging
across its dark
surface.
He stops briefly
in his burnt orange
cap
blue jeans frayed
just long
enough
to paint
with words the
angry waves
of green and purple.
While its
bubbly lemon froth
hisses spit
over the pier.
iPad in hand washed
over grabbed
by the angry water
a poem washed
away.

100 Weeks – Thank You

Haibun
Love and caring such expansive emotions, such big emotions that I know that they can fill up anything – any void. Love grows all over the pains of a small child sprawled upon the floor after a fall, fixing all that feels broken. The deep loneliness of an elderly man slumped over his wheelchair re-dreaming his war in England in “43” will evaporate with the caring touch of his nurse or neighbor. The poetic words of so many here work wonders in me. 100 hundred weeks of writing! One hundred weeks of sharing words and thoughts with other poets. Powerful words tapping into hearts and minds across the ethers though our USB ports.

full blossoms – quench the thirst of many hummingbirds

Shared with love at Open Link Night dVerse Poets Pub, a very special place to be.

Tidepools

Tidepools initially a prompt for NaHaiWriMo are special places of beauty and calm to me.  But tidepools offer significant difficulties for those who live within their boundaries.  Tidepools are formed close to the movements of the ocean tides near the beach.  They are separate little pools near and next to the ocean.  The tides come in and out filling and emptying the pools and changing the saltiness, temperature and water level of the pools.  Some creatures living there are washed in and out with the tides movement.  The tidepool is made up of mostly invertibrates a simple form of life.

“Three basic laws of survival rule life in the tidepool:

1)keep from being washed away by the waves at high tide

2)keep from drying out by the sun at low tide

3) keep from being eaten”

Thank you to the Gulf of Maine Research Institute at their website: Katadin to the Sea  for this information.  Please note that the information regarding survival is a direct quote from the site.  I will be writing a haibun and haiku for the prompt: tidepool at NaHaiWriMo derived from the information above.

The following photo was taken by Tom Clark in 2001 and can be found on his blog “Sundays in Laguna,” referring to Laguna Beach, California:

 

Haibun:

Beautiful tiny lakes created from oceans just happen to be formed primarily where oceans have rocky outcroppings.  These lovely and often serene pools are filled with anemones, crustations and all manner of unique life due to changing topography and changing water solutions.  The creatures that live successfully in tidepools must daily adapt to salination changes, dryness changes and have the strength to literally hang on when tides are sweeping out to sea.

 

Haiku:

sitting close to the tidepools – the cormorant fishes in deeper waters

 

Shared at dVerse ~ Poets Pub OpenLinkNight ~ Week 57