My Many States of Mind

Michigan
Oh how I long to fish again
In that big lake
And reel in a take
Of perchsalmonandtrout
Watching the Gary-induced
Sunset parades

Illinois
Robed in flannel and ribbed corduroy
Pier and museums
Wish you could see ums
The green river and blues
Toe-tappin’ my shoes

South Caroline
Azaleas devine
Learnin’ the language
Y’allin with vantage
Heart-blessin’ and okra
At times I do miss her

Indiana
Was mean, no milk, honey or manna
Surviving and dying
No tears left for crying
We danced on our way out the door

Florida
Here the world has no border
Seventyleven languages heard daily
Wouldn’t trade her for all the climes
Northly

 

© Jilly’s 5/11/2017  All Rights Reserved

 

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Apple Blossom

A Haiku inspired by Mary Bach’s Wordless Wednesday photo.  Forgive me for changing the time of day from afternoon to morning – it’s a syllable thing 🙂

 

Apple blossom framed

Bright the May morning sun runs

Ripe to August fruit

 

© Jilly’s  5/10/2017  All rights reserved

 

 

Blistered Ground

Tanka Tuesday
Also posting a 'dirty' poem for d'Verse!  (Soil Poetics)

 

First pink sky of dawn

Fog wanders low on bronze fields

Lonely cattle graze

Blistered ground with gaping mouth

Still no rain comes near; we wait.

 

© Jilly’s 5/9/2017 All rights reserved

Reverberations d’Vine

Writing Quadrilles using the word ‘echo’ over at d’Verse tonight.

I blended that with Palindrome writing.

 

Words trounce sunflowers blooming full yellow golden heads sunward
Turning
Sunward heads golden yellow full blooming sunflowers trounce words
Hands bleeding honey dripping dew buzz bees buzz with
Echoes
With buzz bees buzz dew dripping honey bleeding hands
Turning echoes

 

© Jilly’s Poetry & Photos

Sunday at Etude

Miles Davis Plays So What?
Tomorrow is Monday
But I’m ignoring that

Fact, sipping cold coffee
Cultivating gloom while
Miles Davis Plays So What?

Late night laughing the moon
Heedless of how quickly
Tomorrow is Monday

Disdain with mild panic
Stirred in my cup with cream
But I’m ignoring that


© Jilly's
A Cascade Poem 
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Rain After Drought

Another day of writing a Fib, this one ascending / descending with a bit of rhyme.

 

Thou

Rain

Lovely

Long await

Your glorious balm

Pour out thy fire

Of cleansing pain

Gallop across this

Land with ire

Feign death

Quench

Pyre

 

© Jilly’s Poem & Photo

Kiss (A Fib)

This
Is
Only
A test of
Your patience to with
Stand all that this life can throw at
You while the seas rise
And fall and
Tumult’s
‘round
You

Don’t
Flinch Catch
The ball that’s
Flung hurdled straight on
With the sun in your eyes blinding
You to the truth of all you squint at and do not see
It is beauty that grabs you by the neck 
and will not release you 
until you kiss it
full on
the
mouth

© Jilly's Poem & Photography

Fibonacci poetry was founded by Gregory K. Pincus
Care to learn more about this form?
Click here for a ten-year-old Poetic Asides post
in which Robert Brewer gives details.
Clearly, mine drifts a bit towards the end,
but math was never my strong suit.

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Wordless Wednesday #2

 

 

©Photos by Jilly

May 3, 2017

 

“Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.”

~ Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

A Life Most Irksome

Light housekeeping she sets in place
With charming knickknacks in the space
Feathers her nest in anticipation
Past plans to leave in abjuration

Whistling, humming quite content her knitting
Booties, blankies, for her children fitting
Unknown to her my ire rising
How dare she thrive, so surprising

Audacity her cloak and cape
To build her life is her mistake
I cannot bear the very sight
My teeth on edge all through the night

As I consider how she spins and toils
Red before my eyes, my blood boils
The hatred floods my head and heart
She now must go at once depart!

The fruit as like for eve prepare
Temptation placed within her lair
Baited she will now be fated
Fall upon her back six legs sated

© Jilly's

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