Haiku, Cowgirl, & Micro Poetry

I.

Aphonia afflicted, I overcome –                                                              

Voice resonates finely

Articulated truth –

Silent, incendiary expression –

My written word.

II.

Smiling eyes conceal

Moiety of battle wounds.

Can you see the scars?

III.

Give yourself to me -

The good, bad, and the ugly –

Want the whole package.

IV.

Frenetic struggle

My canvas, blood soaked Pollock

Give way, Chagall dreams.

Cowgirl Poetry ~ Haiku

Artist: Lynda Lanker

V.

Weathered and leathered –

Ranchers, cowgirls born with grit

Saddle up again.

VI.

Bruised and bones broken

Bloodied noses – bring it on –

Bull riders don’t quit.

MPettigrew2014

Haiku, Cowgirl, & Micro Poetry

I.

Aphonia afflicted, I overcome –                                                              

Voice resonates finely

Articulated truth –

Silent, incendiary expression –

My written word.

II.

Smiling eyes conceal

Moiety of battle wounds.

Can you see the scars?

III.

Give yourself to me -

The good, bad, and the ugly –

Want the whole package.

IV.

Frenetic struggle

My canvas, blood soaked Pollock

Give way, Chagall dreams.

Cowgirl Poetry ~ Haiku

Artist: Lynda Lanker

V.

Weathered and leathered –

Ranchers, cowgirls born with grit

Saddle up again.

VI.

Bruised and bones broken

Bloodied noses – bring it on –

Bull riders don’t quit.

MPettigrew2014

Micro Poetry on MS and Healing

I.

Pain, not the same

Unique, the mystique

To reveal how I feel

Compliments, supplements

Irony in the agony.

II.

Sunrise early this morning –

Perceptive, my skies edit

Darkness, infuse my sleepless soul

Instead with light and color.

III.

Conception to final days,

Evolve, embrace dutiful,

Yet beautiful flaws bestow -

Innate, to pollenate,

Life in bloom. 

MPettigrew2014

Micro Poetry on MS and Healing

I.

Pain, not the same

Unique, the mystique

To reveal how I feel

Compliments, supplements

Irony in the agony.

II.

Sunrise early this morning –

Perceptive, my skies edit

Darkness, infuse my sleepless soul

Instead with light and color.

III.

Conception to final days,

Evolve, embrace dutiful,

Yet beautiful flaws bestow -

Innate, to pollenate,

Life in bloom. 

MPettigrew2014

My Interview: Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™

Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music

http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music

My Interview: Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™

Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music

http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music

Haiku, Cowgirl, & Micro Poetry

I.

Aphonia afflicted, I overcome –                                                              

Voice resonates finely

Articulated truth –

Silent, incendiary expression –

My written word.

II.

Smiling eyes conceal

Moiety of battle wounds.

Can you see the scars?

III.

Give yourself to me -

The good, bad, and the ugly –

Want the whole package.

IV.

Frenetic struggle

My canvas, blood soaked Pollock

Give way, Chagall dreams.

Cowgirl Poetry ~ Haiku

Artist: Lynda Lanker

V.

Weathered and leathered –

Ranchers, cowgirls born with grit

Saddle up again.

VI.

Bruised and bones broken

Bloodied noses – bring it on –

Bull riders don’t quit.

MPettigrew2014

Haiku, Cowgirl, & Micro Poetry

I.

Aphonia afflicted, I overcome –                                                              

Voice resonates finely

Articulated truth –

Silent, incendiary expression –

My written word.

II.

Smiling eyes conceal

Moiety of battle wounds.

Can you see the scars?

III.

Give yourself to me -

The good, bad, and the ugly –

Want the whole package.

IV.

Frenetic struggle

My canvas, blood soaked Pollock

Give way, Chagall dreams.

Cowgirl Poetry ~ Haiku

Artist: Lynda Lanker

V.

Weathered and leathered –

Ranchers, cowgirls born with grit

Saddle up again.

VI.

Bruised and bones broken

Bloodied noses – bring it on –

Bull riders don’t quit.

MPettigrew2014

Micro Poetry on MS and Healing

I.

Pain, not the same

Unique, the mystique

To reveal how I feel

Compliments, supplements

Irony in the agony.

II.

Sunrise early this morning –

Perceptive, my skies edit

Darkness, infuse my sleepless soul

Instead with light and color.

III.

Conception to final days,

Evolve, embrace dutiful,

Yet beautiful flaws bestow -

Innate, to pollenate,

Life in bloom. 

MPettigrew2014

Micro Poetry on MS and Healing

I.

Pain, not the same

Unique, the mystique

To reveal how I feel

Compliments, supplements

Irony in the agony.

II.

Sunrise early this morning –

Perceptive, my skies edit

Darkness, infuse my sleepless soul

Instead with light and color.

III.

Conception to final days,

Evolve, embrace dutiful,

Yet beautiful flaws bestow -

Innate, to pollenate,

Life in bloom. 

MPettigrew2014

My Interview: Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™

Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music

http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music

My Interview: Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™

Life’s Journey with Tim Manson | VoiceAmerica™http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music

http://www.voiceamerica.com/episode/75580/ms-and-music