Petite Pen~October 18, 2022

Gosh, today’s petite pen may seem doom and gloom, but I ultimately think it’s carries a message of stoic survival. If the artwork by Suzanne VanBebber speaks to you of the season, please join me in penning 50 words or less on this transformation.

Happy Tuesday!

Determination

The feathery fields of fall
will soon be shed,
and the molting forests
wrists slashed open–
tested, then bled.
The only survivor
to this horror scene is
the stoic rocky crag,
which sits above
in drapes of white
while the rest of life
must bundle up,
huddle together,
and beg.

14 responses to “Petite Pen~October 18, 2022”

Tom

Beautiful verses, K! There’s certainly some bare-bones beauty when winter spreads its cloak over the land.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  What a lovely reply. Thank you, Tom. Yes, the cloak tightens around her this week.
  
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Jeff Flesch

rock, pillar, stone
walks alone, we are
fits of survival
prone
a base instincts nest
of less, guided
by threads of transformation
instead

Writing with you always makes me smile. As always, I love the rhythm, rhyme, and disruptive potential in your petite pen. Happy Tuesday, K. 💜

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Love the harshness of this one and how it speaks to me of thread-bare survival that isn’t pretty but does work. I’m really looking forward to Tuesdays more and more and having the chance to write alongside you. Thank you, Jeff. 💜
  
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  1. Jeff Flesch
    
    I’m delighted you got the paradox in this one of harshness, yet workable. Lovely. You’re most welcome, K; and thank you, I too look forward to writing with you. Every week. 💜
    
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yourplateormine967244485

Just lovely, with how you crafted your petite poem! I agree with Jeff, always a treat to partake in your challenges! 💗🤗

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you. I love how brevity starts a sort of conversation and it’s wonderful to see where everyone else can take the thread. 😀💜
  
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sandyroybessandbugzy

Lovely poem. Vibrant and brutal . Here is my try:
The gift of the molting forests and shedding fields is rotting and warm.
Seeds nestle down into their gifted extravagant beds.
That stoic rocky crag may soon have his head covered with a hat.
Just a thought. I am happy to learn. Sandy🙂

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1. K.Hartless
  
  A tip of the hat to you, Sandy. Thank you for adding your voice here, and for the kind comments. Love this extravagant beds. It is time for that hibernating nap, isn’t it? 😁
  
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  1. sandyroybessandbugzy
    
    Yes, I guess I headed to winter rather quickly!!! I am learning🤣
    
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Priti

.👌👌👌

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Little Charmer

Brilliant 🖤

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, LC.
  
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  1. Little Charmer
    
    Always welcome my friend 😊🖤
    
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