seasons

Fall Flair #OctPoWriMo

We are halfway through the month now and I am, surprisingly, keeping up with little trouble. I can’t say that all of my posts were great, necessarily, but I’m writing regularly at least! Inspired by OctPoWriMo day 16 prompt blue.

Crisp, fresh smells the air,

Giving hint of the season new. 

Look yonder, over there,

Against the sky of blue,

Foliage change  shows fall flair.

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Under: a haiku 

I should be well into dreamland by now; I’m exhausted. But I have these nasty things I not-so-affectionately call the night terrors: neuropathic pains left over as a result of the nerve damage I suffered years ago from CES. (If you look at my Maybe I Should’ve Started Here page you can learn more about all that.) As my nickname for them implies, they almost always strike at night, and come at completely random times. Often when they come I’m in such misery I can do nothing but writhe in pain. Occasionally they are mild enough to prevent me from sleeping but allow me to concentrate enough to read or, less often, write; usually what I can write while they torture me isn’t worth reading. But every now again I compose a piece that’s pretty good; this is one of those nights. 

Inspired by the prompt from Haiku Horizons this week, I thought about the not-so-subtle changing of the seasons this year which painted my mind with these images and then my screen in the words.  

blanket of leaves 

under blanket of
yellow orange and red leaves
lies end of summer 

Winter Prowls: a #haiku

The leaves are changing, indeed beginning to fall, already. Nights are becoming more pleasant, cool and slightly crisp. Days, well, they are still fickle, ranging widely from summer-like to autumn-ish. But the winds that bring the rains this time of year, they are who betrays the trickery of the days, showing what lurks and will too soon be upon us. 

between gusts of wind
a bitter chill touches
winter prowls about

Inspired by Haiku Horizons weekly prompt.  

Seasons: a trimeric #poem

While browsing my blog feed this morning I came across a new-to-me poetry form called a trimeric. The style intrigued me so I thought I’d give it a go. (You can read more about this style HERE where I found it.)

The seasons change
Swinging to and fro
Crossing the spectrum
Wonder how it’ll go?

Swinging to and fro
Temperatures, humidity from
Very high or low

Crossing the spectrum
Winter freezes my bones
In summer I nearly smother

Wonder how it’ll go?
Forecasters seem to guess
Arthritis points towards a mess

The theme of the poem was inspired by prompt #83 from A Week for Writing, which is a flash prompt, limited to 50 words. I missed that limit initially and had to rewrite my poem to get it to 50 words from the original 67, not an easy thing for me but fun none the less!