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.
Today is the unveiling of the new piece by D. Cash. The much-anticipated creation by renowned artist of the year.
“What do you think it is?” asked the woman in the shorts. The crowd turned to each other and started throwing out guesses.
The man standing next to her, wearing a jacket and dark pants responds, “I think it is one of her famous oil paintings.” The crowd glares at him with a puzzled look on their faces.
The woman in the dress, jumps in, “who does oil paintings anymore. I bet it is a nude. I hope it’s a nude! At my age it’s all the action I’m gonna get.”
“A nude!” exclaimed the crowd.
Refusing to buy into that idea, they all shake their heads in disagreement. At that moment, a squeaky sound is heard from downstairs. Something, wooden and bulky being wheeled in and needing to be greased. Everyone turns their attention to that cringy sound. Curiosity is getting the best of them; they walk to the railing and look down.
The crowd gasps with mouths open. Much to their surprise, it was not a canvas at all. Rather, a live model painted in metallic gold and silver. The box the model was sitting in was open on the top. A spectacular sight for the senior crowd. The two men on the end, turn away with disappointment on their faces.
“You mean to tell me that I skipped Bingo for this! I’m outta here,” says the man on the end as he storms off.
Smiling and eyes wide with excitement, the lady in the dress makes her way downstairs. She wants to be front and center when the live model steps out of the box. The event organizer gathers everyone around to announce D. Cash and her art exhibit. After a brief introduction, the box opens, and the live model is revealed.
After a short moment, the lady in the dress quickly starts to frown.
“Well, is that it. You are not going to entertain us with a song and dance? What kind of showing is this?” she shouts. “I guess I better get back home. I can see more action sitting on my porch with my binoculars and a glass of lemonade.” mumbling to herself.
Exhibit of Crushed Expectation is written for the prompt by Sadje for WDYS. The lady in the dress thought she was going to see some action but was disappointed. She retreated to her home to do some sight-seeing of her own. 😁
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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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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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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.
Walk in the den
I need my book
Now, in the room
I ask...
What brought me here?
Train of thought gone
Bam!
Just that fast, I forgot
For this week’s W3 challenge, writers are invited to capture a dramatic moment in just a handful of lines — a storm breaking, a glass shattering, a door slamming, a sudden realization, or any instant where something changes sharply or unexpectedly.
I chose to write about the realization that my mind is not what it used to be. Just that quick, I forgot why I was going in the other room and what I needed. The aging mind has jokes; it likes to play tricks. Enjoy it while you can! If this sounds like you, just know you are not alone😃
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Posture me blue
Sitting arms at side
Bored to tears, statuesque
Striking movement in stride
Bending at the waist
Derriere and floor become one
Arm cradling head
Exhale stress and dread
Chin pressed to chest
Relaxed, I posture, rest
My birthday suit at its best
Relaxed, I imbue serene
Posture me blue
Posture Me Blue is written in response to the word prompt.
Image credit: Henri Matisse
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A Double Etheree
Trees
stand tall
swaying side
left right fast slow
breeze constructs movement
leaves obeying the wind
trying not to blow away
maple elm fir oak spruce birch pine
retaining the treescape with beauty
evergreen erect regal towering
Canopy preserving abodes families
cleaning the air providing shade too
pine needles falling on rooftops
lasting fragrance by nature
beautiful to the eyes
suited for picnics
summer hot days
play eat smile
rejoice
breathe
The poem titled, Sweeping Treescape is written in response to the prompt.
Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!
A Tanka
Just another day
Pizza or McDonald's, hmm
In the neighborhood
We at Lincoln Park chillin'
Sit down, relax, be easy
This Tanka is written in response to Sadje’s prompt. Thank you for reading! 💞🙏
Image credit; Julee Juu @ Unsplash
You see her walking down the street
Purpose in her eyes
Meaning in her walk
Strut like you have never seen
Delicate flower, she be
Wearing her armor of protection
The look in her eyes lets you know
Back up or I will cut you
A face that tells you she means business
She ain't here for the games
Delicate flower, she be
Like the weeds that grow in your garden
The dandelions that grow in the empty lot on the corner
Growing in between the cracks in the ground
She rises up
Delicate flower, she be
Having the nerve to go where you wouldn't expect
She stands tall and firm
There are years that ask questions and years that answer
Looking at her reveals both; question and answer
Delicate flower, she be
Hard pavement of the concrete
Matches the hard look on her face
Meeting your gaze she stares back
Not a smile anywhere to be found
Delicate flower, she be
Inside she is just waiting for someone
Someone that sees her and brings out the smile
Simultaneously holding her delicately and firmly
In full bloom as delicate as can be
Delicate flower, she be
Delicate Flower, She Be is written in response to the W3 Prompt #148: Wea’ve Written Weekly. Violet Lentz asks us to write about elements of the human condition and include at least 1 of 3 quotes in her guidelines.
Human condition elements I wrote about are emotions, social interaction, resilience and growth. How people can look so hardened on the outside but are really loving and kind on the inside. A smile is just bursting, waiting to come out at the right circumstance.
The quote I chose is by Zora Neale Hurston, “there are years that ask questions and years that answer.”
Image credit: by Josch13 from Pixabay
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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 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.
Thank you for reading!
Image credit: Pavlo T at Unsplash