Florescence sequence: Day night sleep

For Colleen’s weekly prompt, a syllable-counting poem of my invention. This is a sequence of three Florescence poems, three lines of six, six and nine syllables respectively, with a rhyme on the sixth, twelfth and eighteenth syllables.



Beneath the bird’s egg blue
of sky by rain washed new
and clothed in heaven’s hue, all seems clear,

though in the darkest night
the brashest city light
casts shadow black and white—monochrome.

Yet take my hand, we’ll run
till days and nights are done
swept up into the sun, there to sleep.


#Tanka Tuesday: Childhood

It’s a long time since I did any syllable counting, but this image brought back such memories, I gave it a go. A butterfly cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s photo prompt.

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A child,

butterfly, I

followed the abandoned

track, slowly reconquered by green


like a child’s wary creeping, head

lifted to leaf and bird,

slow as water


Star falling

For Colleen’s first challenge of the year, a butterfly cinquain. Inspired by this morning’s tragic news. The body count goes up.


New year,

new clouds, new night,

peace falls here though the sky

blazes elsewhere, stars fall, trailing


lives. Who hears tears on such a night?

Who sees the hands waving,

the last words breathed,