I can be at home Just being all alone Or feeding my brain Breaking the mundane
Books piled from floor to ceiling I’m in heaven, oh what a feeling Abundance of choices, can I pick a genre Something exciting like maybe a crime drama
No, crime fiction I meant Getting the juices flowing Carve me a corner By the window, much warmer
Sun shining onto the pages Aiding through those dull stages Parts of the story already told Scenes we can skip over
Carved corner all my own Selfishly unwilling to share Bound stories from cover to cover Curiosity I wish to discovery
Carved Corner is written for the WDYS prompt by Sadje.
My first poem is now published on Spillwords. The title is, If Only I Could. It is about a first-time mom who is afraid. She questions her ability to adequately care for her child.
A snippet of the poem:
We haven’t officially met I just knew from the onset How special you would be If only I could
Through the narrow lens is a big bad world take a step back sit for a minute absorb assess process the ways of denizens in the big bad world hurrying, night and day bumping shoulders not breaking stride
Through the narrow lens we venture to the street no clear destination evaporation into the night
Thank you for stopping by to read my poem, Through the Narrow Lens! 💞
I drew inspiration from the prompt for WDYS by Sadje. Thank you as always for the prompts each week.
Hanging onto ifs Robs you of exploration Stalls curiosity
Hanging onto ifs Builds rifts Stalls shifts in creativity Takes all the lifts out of the sails
Hanging onto ifs Can foster inner tiffs Let go of the ifs
It helps to sift Sift away fears and doubts Lift hope and confidence
Let go of the ifs
The poem, Hanging Onto Ifs is about how our mind plays on us. It can let doubt creep in and stop us from pursuing our dreams. We question ourselves and ask, “what if it doesn’t work?” Well, what if it does. Injecting hopeful thoughts and believing in ourselves is a positive alternative.
The mind is very powerful, and it is important that we guard our thoughts. Every action starts with a thought. If we question and overthink, it stalls growth.
Sweet Slumber is about that moment you get home from a rough day. All you want to do is get some sleep. No longer on the clock, you can just let go and hit the bed. Let the snoozing begin.
The Tanka Tuesday host this week is Willow, who has tasked us with the challenge to write a tricube poem.
You can write your Tricube poem in as many multiples of three-line stanzas as you wish. Please pick your moment and write about your feelings. A word of advice don’t overthink the moment let your words flow.
Thank you all for stopping by to read and thank you Willow for the prompt. 🙏🏽💕
Knock Who's there? Tap, tap, tap Tap tap tap who? Knock, knock, tap, tap, bam Who's that rapping my door? Knock, knock, tap, tap, bam, bam, ding Pressing the doorbell again, dong Trodding to the door, you yell, coming! Just open the door already, Ding Dong!
Robbie invites us to write a poem using onomatopoeia for this week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. I tried to add some humor to this one about someone knocking at the door. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!😊 And thank you, Robbie, for your inspiration. 🙏🏽💕
April is National Poetry Month. The year 2026 makes 30 years of this celebration of art.
What does poetry mean to you? What is your favorite poetry form?
Is there a special way you like to commemorate the art form of poetry and writing? If so, share the most meaningful way you choose to celebrate.
Words are very powerful. They can inject joy and adversely, bring about feelings of hurt. The way we choose our words is very important. Words can be used to compose a song, convey an idea, express thoughts, and a plethora of many things. Both spoken and written words carry weight.
For National Poetry month, I have tried writing my first Trenta-Sei poem. Not an easy feat.
What is a Trenta-Sei poem?
-Created by John Ciardi, the Trenta-Sei poem is a poetic form that contains 6, six-line stanzas for a total of 36 lines. -A rhyme scheme of ababcc. -Lines 2-6 of the first stanza will be the first line of the stanzas to follow, in the same order. -The cascading repetition adds to the complexity of this style.
Sounds simple, right? I’m joking. It was challenging for me but nonetheless, it was fun writing.
30 Years Turns the Art of Poetry
Artistry comes in many forms Creating ways to move Motion in strokes not the norm Writing that transforms and grooves Rhymes skillfully arousing the senses Poetry and prose in many tenses
Creating ways to move Your mind drifts afar Riding words feeling the groove Inspiration shining like a star Don't stop, ideas abound, keep up the flow Intricate words flood the brain, page aglow
Motion in strokes not the norm Acrylic, watercolor or oil Brushstrokes haphazard forming a storm Circular and abstract like a coil Collage of fabric in Pink, Yellow, Green Blending media, asking what it means
Writing that transforms and grooves Taking you on a wild ride Explain the meaning a pen behooves Awing the reader, mouth open wide Scanning the page, delight and disbelief Vivid, exact, succinct and very brief
Rhymes skillfully arousing the senses Cadence so crisp and clear No more dis songs, time to mend fences Harmony is music to my ears An art form transcending generations Lyrics infused with deep revelations
Laughter cradles when sadness weighs A good belly roll brings oxygen to the brain endorphins stick around for days Laughter cradles when sadness weighs stimulating feel good pathways shifting mood to a higher plane Laughter cradles when sadness weighs A good belly roll brings oxygen to the brain
Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read Sidelined Sadness.
Standing quietly, alone No one in sight, solo Commanding stance over seas Views of water for miles
Alone, until people drift by To and fro, ebbing with the tides Suddenly you are called upon Memory jarred that your light is shining
Light that draws them near, curious Wonderment in their eyes as they pause Pause, hesitant to ask How do you do it?
Ask, how do you continue to shine light All while being alone, present Day in and out, rain, fog and clouds Hovering over your crown of light
Difficult task that takes patience Being constant no matter what comes Knowing that light is a powerful force Drawing people into a place of safety
Sound the alarm only when danger lurks Silent, stationary even when water murks Pulsating light comes with many perks Structure standing tall and firm Navigating shores, signaling when to turn
Horizons of Light was written for the W3 weekly challenge. Unfortunately, I missed the submission deadline. The challenge was to be a lighthouse. You can choose to be a literal, metaphorical, delusional, illusory or false lighthouse.
The piece I wrote is from a metaphorical standpoint.
Standing quietly but not lonely. Drawing people in with your inner light. Just when you think that people do not see you or know you are there, it strikes you. Yes, they see me. It’s like the saying, ‘being seen and not heard’.
Only speaking and/or making noise when necessary. A lighthouse that is like a quiet force. Still standing even when the heavy tides of life roll in.
motherhood grows the heart and the mind birthing a love like no other do I deserve this bundle a blessing to behold small eyes so bright, pure her smile, her laugh so tender loving sweet
To Be Called Mom is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge.
indigo azure horizontal strokes curving injecting mystique draws us in wonder what lies beneath is unknown
Cool Shades of Cobalt and Cerulean is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. We are to write an ekphrastic poem. The challenge this week is to let the colors and brush strokes inspire our words, rather than to write about what is in the painting.
The art in this piece is by an unknown artist. It is the top half of an old calendar that I cut out and placed in a clear frame. The colors are very calming placed in a mysterious scene in the background. The work looks similar to art by Hwang Young-Sung, but I cannot confirm. If anyone knows who the artist is I would love to know too.
you're up next smiling and sweating is this real on the mic speaking word my thighs trembling snap, snap my smile grew
I knew then I can't mess this up ankles weak lights blinding just who do I think I am calm down, you got this
Thank you for reading my poem, Fighting the Feeling; Stage Fright. It is a Shadorma written for the W3prompt. 🙏🏽💖 This is the first time writing this poem style. I’m not sure if it is right, but I enjoyed it!
Speaking in front of a crowd can be a scary thing. The physical things that you feel standing up there. It’s amazing how the body responds and the thoughts that run through your mind. The inner ‘prep talk’ is what helped me get through the recital of Until That Day.
