Butterfly Friend, #Decima, #Haiku, #Ronovan Writes Challenge

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Butterfly lights upon my cheek,

It seems to make itself at home,

Freezing like a sculpture of Rome,

I welcome it; its friendship seek,

Though I am strong, and it is weak.

A mosquito’s friendship I’d reject,

A honeybee, I would protect,

Although in a more distant way,

My butterfly’s welcome to stay,

A better friendship, I suspect.

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

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wings flutter in air,

wisps of antennae tickle,

a butterfly’s kiss

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

This was written for Ronovan Writes decima challenge. The requirement was to put “cheek” in the A rhyme line. Ronovan suggested tying the decima in with the haiku challenge, using the words “air” and “wisp.”

Conquering the Dragon(fruit)

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who

would have

guessed that past

your unfriendly

exterior was

a sweet reward for those

who adventured? who was the

first to make the discovery?

bright and beautiful, your scaly hide

suits the fierce creature for whom you were named,

even the plant which yields you is prickly,

unwelcoming, dangling and serpent-like,

was it a wanderer sick from thirst

who was the first to conquer you?

who knew cactus could produce

a sweet fruit, gorgeous in

fuschia pink color,

with juices that

dye your skin,

purply

red?

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

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This poem was written for the dVerse Poetics challenge. We were challenged to describe a fruit’s exterior and interior in a form of our choosing. I chose a double etheree. Dragonfruit (pitaya) seems to be getting trendy in the U.S., but I have only tried it recently. I bought some frozen cubes of the fruit to use in a fruit punch at Easter, and it did dye my hands with its juice. It seems it can also be white on the interior as well.

A Writer’s Life

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Curious questions plague my mind,

just when I’m ready to unwind,

These thoughts refuse to let me be,

E’en when the clock says it is three,

Compelling me right out of bed,

To straight to the computer head.

So works curiosity,

Mother of creativity.

© Susan Joy Clark 2021

This was written for dVerse’s Monday quadrille challenge, using just 44 words, and including some form of the word “curious.”