It is late…..

It is late and I am going to bed.  There is a scratching sound then it stops.  Could it be a bug or a mouse trying to get out of this basket?  I shake the basket.  No sound.  The sound comes again.  I look around and there it is.  A gecko is half in and half out of my writing book. It has clawed its way out of the pages of paper.  Bright green with little eyes, tail and hind legs still in the book.  I carry the book outside and free it like a poem into the night air.

It is late…..

Mosquito

I am in Ghana, searching for a mosquito which I have prepared to encounter. The yellow fever vaccine has prepared me against this fever which can be fatal. I take my malaria tabs everyday and still I have not seen a mosquito.

On my way up Prayer Mountain, I wear my insect repellent scarf and no mosquito comes to me. All my precautions come forth in the shower of my host family whose son has malaria. I swat that mosquito dead.

out in the jungle

tropical vegetation

yet no mosquito

Mosquito

Taking the Ferry from Friday Harbor

Taking the ferry from Friday Harbor

smooth the water with no whales today

from here nothing looks poor or in squalor

chains of islands into Fidalgo Bay

til we rest at the dock to end our stay

kelp glows with light on these waving sea weeds

a seagull picks up a crab as it feeds

it is time to depart this vessel now

leave behind frivolous desire and needs

return with new vision and a plan for how

 

How to clear the woods of branches and twigs

arrive next spring to burn them in fire pit

weather permitting we’ll see how life rigs

hopeful of future          accept what we get

there is so much work and no time to sit

thankful for still being able to move

thankful there is totally none to prove

enjoy indépendance of off the grid

no power creates a new kind of groove

complex arrangements are better left hid

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dVerse prompt to write a dizain – 10 lines 10 syllables each line

ababbccdcd

double dizain – do it twice

Taking the Ferry from Friday Harbor

No Words

« Darkness came, full of moths and beetles.  I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass.  Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep. ».  Laurie Lee

 

in the dark no words

moths and beetles take to air

I sleep night’s fragrance

 

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dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee’s prose to poetry.  Thanks for some great prose to work with. #4

No Words