(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

My eyes follow the line
of wine vines, a skeleton
crew of knotted fingers
on an elevated farm road,
future grapes not yet
flowered for the season;
this cold still lingers

Peace (on the ride home),
Kevin

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Half in shadow –
half in light,
the black oak tree
bends forward as if
to hold back
the coming night,
as we sit at its roots:
restful, solemn, quiet

Peace (in the moment),
Kevin

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Winds push uneven swings
forward on rusty grooves,
grinding to a music of metal
etched on metal;

a slide, half-attached on hinge
and bent at an awkward angle,
one leg completely collapsed;

monkey bars, dangerous
to even look at from this angle,
thin and rusted through:

This long-abandoned
sculpture of play, mottled blue,
at rest in a neighbor’s yard

Peace (in observation),
Kevin

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Sometimes, it is good to break out of routines. I had come across this great resource for Pi Day Projects by Eric Curtis yesterday and decided to give the Pi Poem a try, after days of short verse. I then added some visual elements to the Spreadsheet format when I was done.

Peace (in Pi),
Kevin

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Drama belongs
on the stage,
actors reading
lines written by
another, words
flung from cannon
like shot from a script,
not in the practice
basement of a band
like ours – casual
rockers finding
release in song –
storming out
disagreement
until ever chord
seems broken

Peace (discordant),
Kevin

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Ice solid
from slumber,
the compost
sleeps, and still,
we keep placing
blanket after blanket
of grinds, decay and
peels: a pea,
to find a princess

Peace (in the bin),
Kevin

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective and then all through March — every single day  …  You write, too.)

Oh no
here we go;

So:
Snow

Peace (falling),
Kevin