Human Missconceptions (2020 Re-post)

Art by helldivo at DeviantArt 

We see trees to fell

We fail to hear the stories a forest can tell

Timber to count

Of life giving life, until we come Gaia’s fount

Land to clear

Rebirth and renewal every year

Fields to sow

How nature nothing away throws

We see nature as something to tame

Our beloved planet will never be the same

We must learn, or live in man made hell
Teach each other to hard challenges surmount
Learn to hold our only planet dear
Accept that to some laws of nature we must bow
Because if Earth dies beneath our feet, we only got ourselves to blame

© RedCat


Re-post comment:

Nearly a year on I wish I could say we have taken strides to change our behavior. To remind us all this becomes this week’s archive poem.

In The Anthropocene Hymnal we share poetry about our slow sleepwalk into Armageddon.



Inspiered by the beautiful artwork shared by The Sunday Muse.

Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United.

Source

Contemplating plants – Hay(na)ku (2020 Re-post)

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Mind
Quiet, Calm
Content with day

Smell
Earthly musk
Freshly tiled soil

Heart
Love filled
Natures own remedy

Soul
Sun fed
Resting in toil

Muse
Plants seeds
See inspiration grow

© REDCAT

Photo by Kaboompics .com on Pexels.com

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Tiered after a warm day with too much sun. This little poem struck me as fitting as this week’s archive find.

Enjoy!


In The Badger Sett – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

Grandma Badger came to greet me
Most dashing in her dinner frock
Invited me to midnight tea

All the little cubs came to gawk
They hadn’t seen a witchling before
Down and down we went, quite a walk

At length we came to a carved door
Come into the library dear
Where we our ancient knowledge store

In here you can meet our seer
She’ll teach you whatever you need
To from the witch hunters stay clear

Decipher the signs you must heed
Help you light the white ardent flame
That must any vision quest lead

It’s time to your inborn strength claim
That’s what will set your spirit free
I see it in your fire brick mane

First we’ll have fortifying tea
Then we’ll see what signs you can see

©RedCat

Researching and writing this I learnt a few new words, first witchling which, when it popped into my mind sounded like something I made up, but according to Wiktionary is a word used in fantasy and wicca. It is synonym to witchlet, anagram to twitchel, both words I don’t know if I read before, but now am itching to use.
And the badger’s burrow is called sett

This is another poem in tetrameter, meaning eight syllables per line. Also another written in terza rima, meaning the rhyme scheme is ABA BCB etc. 

Felt lacking in ideas writing this so used the Skyloverwordlist to boost my creativity. Chosen words: Decipher, Ardent and Fire Brick.

For all art and all poems go to The Wombwell Rainbow.


Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand PointingSilver Birch PressYellow Chair ReviewThe song is…Pure HaikuVisual VerseThe Light EkphrasticScribe BaseThe Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100Incandescent MindPea River JournalFiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Autumn feast – A Sonnet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

John Law

Riot of fall colours, fall sweets
Blackberries, blueberries I see
Sweet berries my love likes to eat
Chestnuts falling from the big tree

The shiny apples makes you smile
The last tomatoes makes you purr
The blackthorn we leave for awhile
Until the frost makes them sweeter

What a bountiful autumn eve
Careful love, with the rose hip stalks
The rowan-berry we best leave
To the blackbirds and the red fox

He deserves a very tart snack
We’ll not get granny wood mouse back

©RedCat


Wanted something lighter after yesterday’s shivers, so I chose this picture because of all the striking colours, even if fall harvest feels a long way off when spring has barely started.

This sonnet is in tetrameter instead of the classical pentameter, just because I wanted to give that a try. 

To read other Sonnet’s by me click here.

To see all art and read all poems for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.


John Law

“Am 68. Live in Mexborough. Retired teacher. Artist; musician; poet. Recently included in ‘Viral Verses’ poetry volume. Married. 2 kids; 3 grandkids.”

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

The Aurora Butterfly – A Sonnet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

John Law

The Aurora male, wingtips like golden dawn
Peek out from the shadowy forest edge
Letting his wings flutter awake and yawn
Hoping he his chances enough has hedged

Is there enough big flower heads nearby
So far devoid of other females eggs
Is the soil deep, rich and suitably dry
Are there any quick hunters with eight legs

Wondering if it’s a warm enough day
If he’s chosen a path with enough light
For a female to at last fly his way
To him the meadow is luminous bright

The male awaits being picked by a queen
Dreams of a female in gold speckled green

©RedCat

Photo by Tunafish on Unsplash

Writing another Sonnet has been on my list for April, and finally a topic seemed to fit the form.
Read other Sonnet’s by me here.

The orange tip is called Aurora butterfly in Swedish.

To see all art and read all poems for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.


John Law

“Am 68. Live in Mexborough. Retired teacher. Artist; musician; poet. Recently included in ‘Viral Verses’ poetry volume. Married. 2 kids; 3 grandkids.”

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Cherry Blossoms – A Haibun

Cherry Blossoms in Stockholm
©RedCat

The cherry trees are budding. Like the love in our hearts.
Soon it will fill the garden with clouds of blossoms.
That will rain upon us as we kiss beneath the bright spring moon.

Love’s first pale pink blush
Hides high summer’s hot passion
And fall’s thunderstorms

©RedCat


Written for tonight’s Haibun Monday (3-29-21): Cherry Blossoms at dVerse.
Decided to keep it as short and sweet as possible.


The photo’s are both taken late April in Stockholm previous years
.

Read other Haibun’s by me here.


Cherry Blossoms in Stockholm
©RedCat

I Am The Colour

Photo by Jonathan Petersson from Pexels

I am the colour, of rebirth
of tender leaves
bursting bright
from brown buds

I am the colour, to invigorate
to melt frozen hearts
as songbirds sings
the flood of thawing tears

I am the colour, of regrowth
of slender stems
twinkling through
pale autumn ashes

I am the colour, of new hope
of sunshine through dark clouds
as light lengthens
from midwinter’s dreaded days

I am the colour, of spring
of new beginnings
shining stars
on bare branches

I am the colour, of yet shy love
of a beating heart
quickening breath and beat
at the thought of a touch

©RedCat

Written for Poetics: True Colours? at dVerse.

Also posted to earthweal open link weekend #57.

Photo by Felix Mittermeier from Pexels

Snowflakes Dances Down

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Snowflakes dances down
Tickling nose and cheeks
Covering the world with a down blanket

Muffles every sound
Except the footfalls squeak
The swish of a winter jacket

Breath deep and ground
With your hidden sides speak
Plant seeds for regrowth under the snow carpet

©RedCat
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