"Cattitude"
(Acrostic)
Cat is
A
Tad
Torqued and
Incensed
Today
Until
Dad
Explains himself
© L. Whitefeather
Subtle
The fall light
reaches out
waning in September
extracting heat
chlorophyll drops.
Hills of landscape meet
blue green crops
cider brown, ginger gold
crunch our boot soles.
White blue sky
in water, lake and eyes
cool brushes summer skin,
burning leaves breathe in
warming our furnace heart
November releases its cold start.
Diane C Reitz
The Precision of Geese
Looking up toppling trees
geese form a perfect “V”
they know their place
and evaluate their space
allowed to their own device
every sway aligned to the bay
geese instinctively will say,
“ We want to veer over here.”
Landing as an evening guest
on a lake, pond or a bit beyond
eventually to a southern lawn
searching for their feathery best
the geese’s annual precise rest.
Diane C Reitz
In Memory of Poets
There once were Poets of Big Bend
Who met to read poems they penned,
but too much inaction
made them a mere fraction
and caused them to come to an end.
Pat Stanford
From A Motley Miscellany; Misfit
Poems That Fit Together
The Book Club
Books, books, books, books
Please don't think of us as kooks
Our focus is on poetry
This isn't just some revelry
Hard copy or online
Either way, we find sublime
© L. Whitefeather 2019
Hold Onto Hope
The past was the worst, a YouTuber says.
But hold onto hope, I hear others say.
Is hope what we seek at this point in time?
Can something else promise that all is not bleak?
My gods say I'm stronger than even I know.
What if They're right? I'd sure like to know.
How do I access that deep well inside?
Is strength all I need? What about health?
And vision, the gift seeing past all the strife,
Working with hope, would also be nice.
Anyway, what I am trying to say
Is hold onto hope. And live for today.
© 2021 Louise Pare-Lobinske
Getting to Know Clouds
From the ground clouds present various views,
towering vaporous shapes of white and grey.
It seems like they can’t choose what forms to do,
high cloudy mountains, or fancy images at play.
Learning clouds’ contents of constant change
is done flying over piles of vaporous hues.
There observers have a clear advantage,
carpets of white under a sky of blue.
Fearsome clouds are but water after all,
frothy white moguls moving side by side.
Cloudy canyon walls can appear quite tall,
but nothing harmful inside them resides.
Charles Hazelip
Geezer
I had a thought –
it went away.
I had a wake
for it today.
It came, it went;
I could not recall
what I had thought
before at all.
I mourn this thought
as though a friend.
So many thoughts
have found such an end.
Pat Stanford
From A Motley Miscellany; Misfit Poems That Fit Together
Wagon Trains West
Books tell us Indians showed Pilgrims
how to grow corn, so they would’nt perish.
Then wheels of wagons with wives and children
wore grooves in roads seeking homes to cherish.
They went west where no waving grains grew then,
just determined trav’lers bent on tilling
fertile earth where they could settle and tend
fields that waving grain would soon be filling.
Thus, part of America came to be known
the world’s breadbasket, feeding folks in need.
Due to early trav’lers and seeds they’d sown,
Americans may sing of waving grains indeed.
Charles Hazelip
Leaves On a Mountain River
Mountain river flowing
around a narrow bend through
green banks and towering trees
shows Fall.
Yellow leaves glide, golden
on glossy black water.
Bending, the river ends its graceful flow
in favor of roaring imitations of thunder.
Yellow leaves sail quickly toward
a raging, rocky slide, helplessly
disappearing under white violence,
then emerging sedately on their way.
Charles Hazelip
New Used Shoes
Have a new used pair of shoes to use
Tapping on the floor all the way out the door
Out into the mountainous blue
many new journeys will ensue
Many lives lived in these shoes
not minding how they were used
Shoes with a mind of their own
wherever they walk, finding a new way home
Pass them on these leather shoes
becoming new again for you to use.
Keep Swinging
You try
To do your best
To stay on top of things
Sometimes there's a swing and a miss
Despite all life's curve balls
Your average
Ain't bad
© L. Whitefeather 2021
mind warp
our world
it seems so tired
its fauna and flora
even the earth - rock, water, wind
pushing thru space and time
people panic
mind warp
© L. Whitefeather 2021