“Freyja—the Goddess,” #Double Inverted Nonet, #NaPoWritMo, #Folklore Thursday

I was doing some research, and suddenly the Goddess Freyja called to my muse. This is a fun way to write a poem. I used the word, hunt for search, and the word past for lost, as part of my Tanka Tuesday syllabic poetry challenge. This poem will work for my poem-a-day April challenge and NaPoWritMo, as well.

One of my favorite Twitter hashtags is #FolkloreThursday. If you love anything paranormal or mythological… including faeries, check out the posts on Twitter. I hope they understand that the syllables and word choice limited my poem.

"Freyja—the Goddess"

past
souls hunt—
rose quartz heals
an offering 
to Freyja, goddess
of love, war, and beauty;
riding a chariot pulled 
by two cats, along with a boar,
she wears a cloak of falcon feathers
Freyja rules o'er her heavenly field...
half who die in battle stay with
her, the rest to Valhalla
A Vanir— seer of
the approaching times
valkyries trust
the mistress
of Norse
charms

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro
One down… One to go!

“Spring Sunbeams,” #haiku, #NaPoWritMo

It’s day 14 of NaPoWritMo and my Poem-a-Day practice. I’m sure you’re tired of seeing these white pear tree blossoms, but they are so spectacular. My camera does not do them justice. I think I caught a faery glimmer in the trees. Do you see it?

spring sunbeam...
white blossoms sparkle
in the blue sky

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro

My neighborhood is alive with color! Those clouds are bringing in a cold front. Snow tomorrow! I’d much rather have rain, but moisture is moisture.

“White Blossoms,” Day 13: #NaPoWritMo, #haiku

My neighborhood glows with white blossoms from the Bradford Pear trees that line our streets. It’s spectacular! The ground is covered in a white skiff of petals, and it looks like it snowed!

This afternoon the wind grew cold and gusty… just like a typical Michigan spring day. I’ll take some more photos tomorrow. For now, just use your imagination.

cool winds gust...
white petals cascade
lacy spring snow

©2021 Colleen Chesebro

“Sweet” #Abhanga, #NaPoWritMo

When I wake up in the morning, one of the first things I do, after I kiss my husband good morning, is to grab a cup of coffee. Then, I go to Facebook to see what lovely photo Merril D. Smith has shared for the day.

Today’s photo was spectacular! I was so inspired I had to write this abhanga poem. This is an Indian syllabic form written in a 6-6-6-4 syllable count with an end scheme of x, a, a, x, where x is unrhymed.

sweet blossoms fall like rain
a ground cover of white
blooms stir as if in flight
perfume lingers

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro

My poetic version of Spring Break!

“Spring Again,” #haiku, #NaPoWritMo

Well… I blew it! I missed yesterday for my Poem-a-Day practice along with NaPoWritMo. But I have the best excuse. It was a beautiful day, and I spent much of it outside with my husband enjoying the weather. Sometimes it’s better to live in the moment. So, I offer two haiku today to catch up.

My neighborhood has exploded with blossoms! My friend Ruth looked up what kind of tree this is… (I did not know). Apparently, it’s a Bradford Pear. These lovely trees line each side of the street.

spring day
dark clouds release
rainfall

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro
a shower—
white petals adrift
on wet pavement

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro

After this week’s warmth, we return to a more seasonal pattern. And, at long last, we finally have an appointment on April 15th, for our first Covid shots!

“Goodbye,” #Senryu, #NaPoWritMo

My dear friend, Debby Gies’ husband lost his battle with cancer on Wednesday. Today, I attended his funeral, which was live-streamed from Toronto. I leave you with a somber senryu:

swift passage—
saying goodbye
to an old friend

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro
Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

“Humid Spring,” Badger hexastich trio, #NaPoWritMo

I had forgotten how humid it can be in Michigan… Today; the humidity rolled in from Lady Lake Michigan and the rainy day bloomed as we headed into the afternoon.

So for my Poem-a-day practice, I described the approach of the afternoon rain. It’s day 8 on NaPoWritMo, but I’m not following the prompts.

muggy—
leaden clouds churn
rain spatters like cat feet
barely touching the ground
drops disappear
birds sing

steamy—
blue flies cluster
on dampish window screens
sunning 'tween breaks in clouds
when spring winds gust
blooms thrive

soggy—
cloudburst unleashed
drops cling like morning dew
slick streets shine with rainbows
gutters run deep
grass grows

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro

“Hazy Moon,” #Haiku, #NaPoWritMo

Spring has found its way to Michigan… The temperature hit 80 degrees F. today. Yet, the clouds are rolling in. Rain is on the way… it matches my mood. A dear friend’s husband lost his battle to cancer today. Like the spring rain, my tears fall at the loss of another gentle soul. May he rest in everlasting peace.

Image by ThePixelman from Pixabay
hazy moon—
keep the umbrella close
showers grow weeds

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro

“Spring Rain-harusame,” #haiku, #NaPoWritMo

I didn’t write for the NaPoWritMo prompt today because our two kitties, Chloe and Sophie, finally made it home. Instead, I wrote a haiku for my poem-a-day creative endeavor.

spring rain...
the scent of petrichor
fuels primal urges

©2021 Colleen M. Chesebro

We awakened to a gunmetal gray, heavy-clouded sky. As the rumble of thunder grew louder, the rain pounded against the roof. Flashes of lightning slashed at the clouds with bright bursts of light.

I couldn’t tell you the last time we heard a thunderstorm—probably since we left Florida years ago. The scent of the wet earth filled me with the scent of spring. What a lovely morning!

It’s raining cats and dogs!