Published in Paper Poetry·3 days agoWell Earned Rest in the Afternoon SunIn ottava rima — I look back squinting, in case it was not what I did really think that I do see. Look down again into the eyes of what was this red rodent staring back at me. What’s in his cute white paws? What has he brought? Some small and shiny gift that couldn’t be. So painfully, I crawl…W 18 Prompt4 min read
Published in The Daily Cuppa·6 days agoOne Can’t but Notice Every Little ThingSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneOne Can’t but Notice Every Little ThingSunday sonnet----19
Published in The Lark·Jun 22Sitting in the Rocking Chair Out BackA sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneSitting in the Rocking Chair Out BackA sonnet----15
Published in The Daily Cuppa·Jun 19Each Day Is New Again This WaySunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneEach Day Is New Again This WaySunday sonnet----18
Published in Literary Impulse·Jun 18Another Day Along the Garden PathOttava rima — Graw, aw, um, mmm, hums through the neighborhood. Old mower growls while chopping up the place. Tap, tap, woodpeckers dig decaying wood, From it seems one half of those limbs they grace then cheep, cheep, cheep, cute chicks try to be good. A chirp, a chirp, a chirp, a trill that fills the space. Grows…Poetry2 min read
Published in The Howling Owl·Jun 15This Weasel and Our Nature Choose BalanceA sonnet — The Howling Owl1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneThis Weasel and Our Nature Choose BalanceA sonnet----13
Published in The Daily Cuppa·Jun 12Craves a Perfect Noon in JuneSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneCraves a Perfect Noon in JuneSunday sonnet----12
Published in Genius in a Bottle·Jun 8An Involuntary Moment of RudenessGiaB prompt #2–20 firearms — I could have been a gun nut but I’m not. In my environs most assume I must. Yet each deer season I fear I’ll get caught. I nod my head a few times and I trust. To keep my mouth half-cocked is all I’ve got and having to kill lunch fills with disgust. I’ll shoot…Giabprompt2 min read
Published in The Howling Owl·Jun 8Never Let These Moments Go to WasteA sonnet — The Howling Owl1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneNever Let These Moments Go to WasteA sonnet----17
Published in The Daily Cuppa·Jun 5A Bumblebee Bouncing Down the PathSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William j SpirdioneA Bumblebee Bouncing Down the PathSunday sonnet----19
