That Liam was not sent into an episode of acute anxiety after seeing his mother on television speaks well of the therapy he’s had and the progress he has made. It also says something good about the relationship he’s built with Ed. With whom will Liam feel safe to talk with about this? I’ll be interested to find out.
Thank you for showing me a senryu. It was fun to attempt. The alliteration poems were pure fun to play with, and I’m very glad you liked them. I may try additional aphorisms another day - you can tell they were fun, too. Thank you for your reactions and for reading these!
The spice rack full of nuances redeems my kitchen, I hope. There’s a common experience with having a crush, yet being to bashful to do anything about it; I’ve been there many times. I’m glad you liked the four aphorisms, which were fun to write. Thank you very much for reading these and for sharing your kind thoughts.
I’m glad you liked the reworked aphorisms in Number 15. They seem almost quaint these days. There is something immensely comforting about the sound of rain on the roof. Thanks for reading these, and for your very kind comments.
10. Awake at Night
I listen
to the rain on the roof
murmur soft words of reassurance
while the brook outside my window sings lullaby
to smooth-skinned adolescent beech trees
which toss and turn mutely
in their sleep.
11. Openings in the Woods
Through the decayed leaves,
tiny purple spring beauties
open to the sun.
Wood chips lie scattered
about the long-broken ash,
beneath birds at work.
Huge tangled
Breathless left me, indeed, breathless. It was beautiful and sensual. Decisions made me feel the weight of years and choices made. If I think about them too much, I may suffocate. Mendacity made raised my ire and my blood pressure. Organized bigotry for corporate profit is a scourge on our time. Thanks a million for all three.
I enjoyed reading these. Weary parents hide evidence of deceit made me smile and remember my own mom and dad. Thanks for helping me touch those memories again.
Like @Wayne Gray, I fell in love with Number 5 immediately. It’s beautiful. I can recognize myself in Number 3; I can feel the change of seasons. I shivered at Number 4 as I pictured the fools in their shorts, and again when I read about the wind making skeletons of every tree. These make a fantastic set.
I’m very glad these poems left a good taste behind. There were so many ways to approach the apple theme that it was hard getting started. Thank you for reading these and for your comments!
Abundance
hangs down low and heavy,
burdened with summer’s recollection
of dandelions glowing yellow, then fading
to blow away on a deep green breeze,
and of bees in the blooms
making love.
~ ~ ~
I sing a song of apples on the branch,
of baskets filled to avalanche,
and gloried, storied flavors everywhere,
a feast for senses, past compare.
If hunger pains I need to swiftly squash,
I’ll choose a shiny McIntosh;
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There is much to admire in this set. The first poem gave me a heart-rush; it was exactly what I needed to hear. Prompt 12 fascinated me; both arrangements were fine poems. That particular challenge, along with the Senryu, may be ones I might try too one day. Finally, I cannot help but agree that in these days, a host of angels would be welcome.
Like you, I grew up with a next-door neighbor who baked bread regularly. She was Italian, so her bread and baking took many different forms, depending on the season. It was she who taught my mother about bread, whose knowledge then passed on to us in our generation. I loved your neighbors’ caution about strawberry jam or butter, but not both. Thank you for your comments and recollections.
Thank you for your seasonable observations. I liked Spring, and its recollection of robins in a too-cold tree, waiting for warmth to return; Fall’s metaphor of threadbare coats was especially resonant.
I enjoyed this set of poems. I enjoyed Haiku #7,8 and 13 particularly. Secret made me read and reread each stanza. Wisdom made me smile, for I can connect with it thoroughly.