Remember the time you found
A hole in the wall
Well, maybe two or three
Or maybe when your shoe
Was lost, I needed to chew
An expensive pair too
How about when you told
Me to sit or stay
I turned and ran away
You deserve these flowers
For all the times I disobeyed
Please, please forgive me
How 'bout it, what do you say?
Wildflowers; or Olive Branch was written for Sadje’s prompt WDYS. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy 😊
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cooler air
fall
through window seeps
greenery
fades
umber shines bright
nature's turn
for
introspection
Thank you for spending time with my blog. Simmering Seasons was written for the Tanka Tuesday prompt by Melissa. Thank you, Melissa and Colleen.
the maples are green
first frost turns them ruby red
waving with each breeze
fading to sun-kissed bursting
crisp air of autumn whispers
Maple leaves turn from green, then red and eventually fade to rust/orange and even yellow. The turning of the leaves, ushers in Autumn.
Thank you for reading Autumn Whispers. It was written for the Tanka Tuesday prompt this week.
loneliness is an ulcer
inside, hidden, like sulfur
ravenous like a vulture
love sparks the heart, a pulser
Loneliness is something that people feel but no one can tell from the outside. A feeling that only that individual knows. Love, on the other hand is the cure. Love can be a small gesture of kindness, like simply smiling at a person. Giving them a compliment. Saying hello. Love can be talking to someone just for a few minutes longer than you normally would. Giving that extra time and/or attention. It does not have to be a grand gesture. These small and simple gestures carry such a significant meaning and have a positive impact on others and us.
The tanaga is written for the W3 prompt. Congratulations Michelle and thank you David.
Forgetting is that thing we do
It comes to mind then dries up
Like the sun does to morning dew
Just as quickly as it came, it fades too
Forgetting is that thing you do
Someone asks you to stop by the store
You agree, it is on the way
Two blocks past the store, oops
Forgetting is that thing I do
Where is my ginkgo and ginseng
I know it's here somewhere
Oh, this aging is starting to sting
Forgetting is that thing we do
Read me to oblivion
Take me to a place
Fabricated by my mind
Intricate and curious
So many pages, so many books
Splashing my imagination
Like a bare canvas in waiting
Ideology combined with the mind
Where should I go next?
Mystery or romance
Fuse them together
It's the same dance
What is romance without mystery?
Past behaviors and repeated history
Teach us a thing or two about love
Cling to the strings of the heart
In these books we find so much art
Read Me to Oblivion was written for the WDYS prompt by Sadje.
The poem below, Art, Poetry, Writing and Music-Erasure Poem was crafted from a Trenta-Sei poem that I wrote in April. The original poem is also featured at the end of the post. It was written to commemorate the art of poetry existing for 30 years.
Erasure poetry is a fun form. You can either create something totally different from the original or focus in for more detail on the original text. My attempt for the erasure version was to highlight the most descriptive words for a more detailed version. Essentially, eliminating the extra words in the lengthy, Trenta-Sei.
Artistry comes
creating motion
that transforms rhymes
poetry
riding words
feeling inspiration
ideas abound
page aglow
in strokes
haphazard, circular and abstract
Writing
on a wild ride
awing the reader
delight, vivid, succinct
rhymes arousing the senses
crisp and clear
music
an art form
infused with deep revelations
Artistry comesin many forms
Creatingways to move
Motionin strokes not the normWritingthat transformsand grooves
Rhymesskillfully arousing the senses
Poetryand prose in many tenses
Creating ways to move
Your mind drifts afar
Riding words feelingthe groove
Inspirationshining like a starDon't stop,ideas abound,keep up the flowpage aglow
Intricate words flood the brain,
Motionin strokesnot the normhaphazard
Acrylic, watercolor or oil
Brushstrokesforming a storm
Circular and abstractlike a coil
Collage of fabric in Pink, Yellow, Green
Blending media, asking what it means
Writingthat transforms and grooveson a wild ride
Taking youExplain the meaning a pen behooves
Awing the reader,mouth open widedelight
Scanning the page,and disbelief
Vivid,exact,succinctand very brief
Rhymesskillfullyarousing the sensesCadence socrisp and clearNo more dis songs, time to mend fencesmusic
Harmony isto my ears
An art formtranscending generationsinfused with deep revelations
Lyrics
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Disentangle or Liberate is now published on Spillwords! The poem was written for the July prompt at Spillwords.com. This month the theme is breaking the chain. I have included an excerpt below.
I wrote about how to break free from old ways of thinking. It allows for progress and change. Enjoy!
The chain is linked since
Many generations ago
But wait, we can break it
A process hard to conceive
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Thank you to the editors at Spillwords for accepting and publishing my poetry. 💖
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
Bringing home the sunny beach too
Unzip my bag, it's in my pouch
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
I sit and find golden grains in my couch
From my pockets pieces of seashore askew
Sandy pebbles in my shoe, ouch
Bringing home the sunny beach too
Pieces of Seaside Ashore is written for theW3 prompt by Selma. She has asked us to write about summer.
Her guidelines: Summer is hot, sticky, noisy, melty—and perfect for a poem that keeps coming back around. This week let’s write a triolet: a playful eight-line poem built from repetition and rhyme.
Thank you, David, for your dedication to hosting every week. And thank you Selma for the inspiration for this week’s prompt!
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Can I be a nurse?
Cure people so they can live
Feed the hungry ones
Provide homes to all people
From my dream I awaken
~Little girls with dreams become women with vision-unknown~
Now that I'm older
Recruit all the helping hands
Volunteer, I am
My vision is bright and clear
Fight the good fight, persevere
Dreams to Light is about little girls who have big dreams of their own. Some are realized and some are merely a dream. Growing up and coming of age, into adulthood, womanhood, the vision forms. It can be as simple as gathering like-minded people together. Maybe even starting to act on those long-lost dreams as a child.
We all have different experiences in life and different ideas about what the world should look like, how people should live. It all starts with imagination and transforms to something bigger, more meaningful. If only we dare to bring those dreams to light.
Dreams turn to visions, then into movements. I pose this question to women who had dreams as a child; how has your dream shaped your life today?
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Curly, natural, versatile movement and shape, elastic
Irons; titanium, ceramic, tourmaline, ionic
Hair fused with heat to create a look, iconic
Voluminous Crown was written for the W3 weekly prompt. The challenge presented this week by Jaideep is outlined below:
Write one three-line poem that brings together a cultural tradition and modern technology. Your poem can be playful, thoughtful, imaginative, or personal. Each line may contain any number of syllables, so feel free to follow your own natural rhythm
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Is it that time
Impending doom
The earth is combusting
About to be barren
-bare
No more breath can be heard
No more wildlife to roar
The world as we know it
-no more
Round, daylight orb, igniting
Making civilization extinct
Is It That Time, is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. Thank you for the inspiration and the weekly prompts.
Image credit: Annie Spratt on Unsplash
The unconscious mind plays tricks and then laughs. Rectifying actions and words too. Making it feel natural and true. Realization comes late, hindsight now in the forefront.
What have I done wrong?
Did I offend?
Make it right, think, amend
Offer a solution with consciousness. Being of sound mind, intention takes over. Correction now the focus. Foster humility. Ego is no longer welcome, cast out conceit. Psyche needs tending, bring forth modesty.
Tending To The Psyche is written for the W3 challenge. Sally has asked writers to think about the many things that lie beneath the surface. We can write about growth, change, discovery, hidden truths, difficult work, things that need tending, or anything else.
I chose to write about growth and discovery. The psyche is complex and when the revelation hits, it weighs heavily. It is like the lightbulb moment. The, “aha!” moment. Being self-aware is a segue to change, and gives power to consciousness and intentionality.
That feeling you get
Drowning in regret
Lonely
Isolated, yet
Happy and content
Only
Seeing silhouette
Of past me, I fret
wholly
Dancehall of Sorrows was written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge by Melissa.
Is it possible to be happy and content and live with regret? This question is one that I was thinking about while writing the poem. If one has regrets, do they have to be down and out, and sad? The answer I came up with is no. A person can still live a full and happy life.
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Life is good, what can be better
Relaxing, no string or tether
The sun giving me strength
The water spreading cool
Just enough to level out the heat
Peaceful thoughts to be had at no cost
Looking up at the sky, mind getting lost
The shine of rays
Penetrating through the leaves
Captivating movement with every breeze
Sparks of new ideas and motivation
Encapsulating every wish and dream of mine
Innermost thoughts rushing in quickly
Reminding me to just enjoy life
and
Take it light
Taking It Light is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. The inspiration was drawn from the image below provided for this week’s prompt.
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