A Tanka
Perched now I sit poised
Biding time patience takes flight
Singing a song chirp
Soaring over obstacles
Worries fade in the distance
The poem, Singing and Soaring was written in response to the picture prompt by Sadje.
Image credit: Nik at Unsplash
Remnants of hot summer days
Remain in my heart
Days of double dutch, tag
Jacks, dodge ball, have made a depart
Lessons of friendship, community
Acceptance, family and humility
Still lovingly lingering
Hardships, trials of life
Showing no immunity
Gratitude, compassion, thankfulness
Rising steadily
Remnants of Childhood was written in response to the W3 #164 prompt.
Tears of Understanding- A poem about judgments and cultivating relationships. Building relationships with people can sometimes be hindered by unfair judgments. We can avoid assumptions about each other by taking the time to have a conversation or simply asking a question.
Please don't misunderstand
what's that you hear
yeah, smothered
tears tears tears
Please don't misunderstand
not being heard, but seen instead
seeing me me me
Please don't misunderstand
seeing me is not my clothes
not my hair
and definitely not my face
nah nah nah
Please understand
my brotha, my sista
Black woman I am
Boricua I am
My complexion mine
your complexion yours
my inflection mine mine mine
your perplexion yours yours yours
Please understand
you will never understand
the whys, I give benefit of doubt
because it was not given to me
Underestimated
Misjudged
Misunderstood
Even hated
Please understand
my silence, my strength
to the underlying slick tongue
the slick tongue that takes jabs at my person
Please understand, no overstand
my shoes you cannot walk in
they were not made for you
your shoes not made for me
Even still, you hold your truth
I hold mine, the same but different
tears tears tears, of not sadness
Tears for you you you
Judgments you hold for me
are really for you you you
Understand?!
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Fall in line with the leaves on a tree branch
The wind blows them as they do a random dance
Just enough heat and the right amount of cool
Better enjoy it now, maybe take a dip in the pool
The hawk is approaching as winter nears
Cover up the hands, head and the ears
Not much sunlight this time of year
Short days, long nights as the spring appears
Itchy throat, runny nose, watery eyes
The price to pay for warmer months is the demise
Flowers are blooming and the bird's chirp
Just hearing it brings about a smirk
It's time for summer dresses and vacations
New clothes for those far away destinations
Places to make memories, relax and have a ball
Knowing that soon autumn will fall
Four Faces of Mother Nature is written in response to the W3 Prompt #157.
Image by Lucas Wendt from Pixabay
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Taking those pieces and
Remnants from life's experiences
And using it for
New purpose in life's journey
Shapes the way
Forward and forges
Opportunities for growth
Rebirth of the mind and soul
Makes room for the body to
Adhere to its natural order
To fall in line with the trio
In which all alignment
Originates and keeps everything
Nice and smooth
The acrostic poem, Morphing for Mind, Body and Soul, is written in response to the W3 Prompt #156: Wea’ve Written Weekly – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱. Thank you, David and Carol Anne.
Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
A Tanka
So calm and serene
Only the sounds of nature
Leaves rustling beneath
Twigs snapping under my weight
Ambient, soft, like cashmere
Dark Wooded Night is written in response to Sadje’s prompt. As always, thank you for reading 🙏💕😊
Image credit: Image Credit; Marko Blazevic @ Unsplash
A Tanka
Why such a hurry
People move in a scurry
No time for hello
Passersby in a flurry
Sitting I watch and worry
Such a Hurry is written in response to Sadje’s prompt.
Image credit: Антон Воробьев @ Unsplash
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The door to the bodega
Opens with lyrics
🎶🎶 Aguanilè
Aguanilè, mai mai
Feeling like you stepped right onto an island
The groove moving up your spine
Bop your head move your feet
Lips turning upward forming a smile
Let me get a Ham with American cheese
And a buttered roll on a Kaiser bun
A grape strawberry Mistic, a quarter water too
🎶🎶 Aguanilé
Aguanilé, mai mai
Waiting for your meat to be cut
The lyrics fill the air
You start to dance, salsa or two step
You get to the front to pay
Bum at the counter beggin’, “let me get two loosies man!”
In a hurry to get back, you get mad
Then you hear
🎶🎶Aguanilé
Aguanilé, mai mai
Forgetting the unfolding drama
You move your feet, your hips, your butt
While waiting you go to the lottery case
Slipping a piece of paper to the cashier, play these pick 3 numbers
Oh and a pack of watermelon, grape and apple Now and Laters
🎶🎶Aguanilé
Aguanilé, mai mai
The door to the bodega
Closes behind you
Ears flooded with police sirens
Horns blowing
Arguments and expletives
Feeling like you stepped back into a war
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beautiful to see
love, warmth, kindness, protection
only moms possess
keeping offspring safe, happy
indeed, the eyes tell it all
Near and Dear to My Heart is in response to Sadje’s prompt.
Image credit: Leandra Rieger on Unsplash
Theoretically speaking, you wonder if
Happenstance has come to the forefront
Eliciting answers about this thing
Offering no more cues than when it began
Responding with conjecture, whispering, gossip
Entertaining the masses with your theory
Trying not to let others around you
In on the fact that you want to know
Curiosity killed the cat
And still, you don't stop
Letting your mind drift about the situation
Learning that this is someone else's reality
Yearning for truth about today's morbid curiosity
Theoretically Speaking of Morbid Curiosity is written in response to the word prompt by Sammi Cox.
Image by Alexandra_Koch from Pixabay
In the salon chair
Close your eyes let your cares fly
Fly far away and down the drain
Tears chasing thoughts
Thoughts undealt with for years
So relaxed in the salon chair
Not caring who hears
Hears you release pain, regret, disappointment,
Hurt, dreams unfulfilled
Like water, let it flow freely down your cheek
After all who will notice
In the salon chair, scalp being massaged
Forgetting where you are you begin confessional
Spilling details most dear to your heart
In hopes that those hands can relate
The hands of the person in your proximity
Letting you be free with your truths
She or he listens with understanding
Empathy, caring and non-judgement
They know this is your time
Time to let your hair down
Relax, talk, cry, listen
In the salon chair
Where best kept secrets are kept
Never revealing the tears that wept
The smiles, the laughs, the shared tea
Moments at the salon that involve three
The chair the stylist and me
No other entity compares
In the salon chair
Like therapy in many ways
Going in one way and leaving another
Altered both emotionally and physically
Hair looking fresh to death
Feeling and looking your best
You smile and your strut beams confidence
Suddenly you remember to keep your head up
Image by Michelle Raponi from Pixabay
In the shadow darkness hides, use your hearing to find your way
In the shadow what you hear is the true beat of your heart
In the shadow, heartbeats echo so rhythmically like you can reach out and touch
In the shadow, feeling the tactile beating heart, gratitude wells up in your throat
In the shadow, gratitude leads to the road of happiness
In the shadow of that happiness the face of envy is rising
In the shadow, envy is obliterated with humility, stay kind
The Green-Eyed Monster Hiding in the Dark is written in response to the W3 Weekly prompt.
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Bunions roam free by the sea
A place untapped for this sort of thing
A place where the Bunion can be itself
It can come out in public without judgement
For the Bunion is not afraid
By the sea, no cover up is needed
Just pure, unadulterated glory and freedom
Oh by the sea, let the Bunions breathe
This writing is in response to the prompt by Sadje.
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Adventure Awaits
How exciting, the feeling
Jump in the water
No way, someone will see us
Life is short, why not dive in
Hidden Adventure, a tanka, is written in response to the picture prompt by Sadje.
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Image credit: Pavlo T at Unsplash
Renewal of Hope
A difficult task at times
Times of natural disaster
Floods, fire, tornadoes
Hope is tested
Even unthinkable
Suddenly you realize
Tomorrow is here
The dawn of a new day
The sun kissing your face
Laughter, smiles and hope returning
Knowing you have survived, hope renews
Image credit: Pexels from Pixabay
Awakening of Rejuvenation is written in response to the prompt by Sarah David.
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