Crimson Bricks Tumbling Down, was written and based on the theme of the weight we carry. The prompt instructions are to describe the physical or emotional shape of a heavy feeling you know well. Give it form, texture, temperature, weight, and color. Let the reader feel it with you.
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On May 10, I shared that my debut poem, If Only I Could, was published on Spillwords. I am grateful to the editors at Spillwords for accepting and publishing my submission. Also, thank you to my readers on WP.
Today, I am more than excited to announce that my poem is among those being nominated for publication of the month! The writer with the most votes will be selected for this honor. The winner will have their work featured for the whole month of June on the Spillwords platform.
Votes are open until Thursday; June 4th and I am writing to ask for your vote. The winner will be announced shortly after voting closes. You can cast your vote here, if you choose and/or check out publications from the other nominees.
From Spillwords: Please note that voting will conclude on 6/4; soon after, we will reveal the well-deserved recipient of this prestigious title. To vote, kindly register and/or log in to ensure your voice is heard.
I appreciate each and every one of you for stopping by to read, comment and like my posts. It is such a blessing to be a part of the WP community. Discovering and learning from so many seasoned and talented writers is rewarding.
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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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losing weight, a chore
watching my figure, ho hum
my jeans are fitting
wow, smiling, happy to see
gotta love those genes of mine
Oh, Those Genes of Mine is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. Colleen asks us to have fun with homophones. I chose jeans and genes for my poem.
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Image credit: Michael Oyebade on Pexels
Figment; or My Imagination is a poem about a parent who is grieving the loss of a child. The child comes to them in a dream, but it seems so real. After the dream is over, the parent is wondering if the child really appeared?
Dear child where have you gone
Dear child it's been way too long
Missing you, morning, noon, night
Longing for the return of your light
Light in your contagious smile
Light in your warm touch
Light in your healing words
Light in your steady gaze
Keep your eyes shut, fear not
My smile- contagious still bright
My touch- warm is just right
My words- healing ever so light
My gaze- steady no longer tight
Dear child have I conjured fantasy
Is my imagination out on a tangency
Eyes now open still in a dream
Mind deceives me to the extreme
Mine to have, a dream is a dream
Flowing through my bloodstream
For me to keep for a lifetime
The aura of you is so sublime
Thank you for stopping by to read! 🙏🏽💗
A Garland Cinquain
Connect
a human need
can you give me a call
we can talk shop, laugh, reminisce
Connect
Lunch date
can we break bread
let's grab some food, Cocktails
top it with a cute umbrella
Connect
Now that
we are happy
our being full of glee
doesn't it feel good to get out
Connect
Life is
a masquerade
an excursion of sorts
so full of possibilities
Fickle
We can
complain and moan
lock it in a chokehold
or show life what we came to do
Flourish
Connect
can we break bread
our being full of glee
so full of possibilities
Flourish
Connection; or Needs is a garland cinquain poem, written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. Robbie is the host for this week, and she has asked us to write a story:
This week I am asking you to write a story poem that includes a beginning, middle and ending. Your poem should have a minimum of three stanzas but can have more if you prefer.
The story poem that I wrote is about the basic need of human connection. Just a simple telephone call or lunch get-together can be enough to fill that need. My first attempt at writing this style of poetry; apologies if it is not correct. I enjoyed experimenting and writing it, nonetheless.
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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.
Thank you for spending time with my poem! 💞🙏🏽
Image credit: Ahmet Yüksek @ Unsplash
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
The link for the entire poem is below:
Happy Mother’s Day 🌺💗
As always, thank you for your support🙏🏽💖
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.
Image credit: Rafael Garcin @ Unsplash
Hanging onto ifs
Restricts growth
It constrains
Hanging onto ifs
Breeds uncertainty
And doubt
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.
What do you think about the what ifs?
Thank you for stopping by to read.🙏🏽💞
Photo by Laurin Steffens on Unsplash
A Tricube
step inside
feel the vibe
calm imbibe
guard let down
blissfully
pillow bound
eyes closing
rest ensues
start the snooze
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. 🙏🏽💕
An Etheree
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.
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
A Triolet poem
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 plain
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.
Image by Sergei Tokmakov, Esq. https://Terms.Law from Pixabay
A Cameo Poem
throw it
wait, it comes right back
physics and shape aid its return
near or far
it rides the wind and flows back in
back into your palm it rests
magic
Return or Boomerang is a cameo poem. It is written in response to the W3 weekly challenge.
Thank you for stopping by to read my first try at a cameo poem. 💕🙏🏽
Image credit: Spencer Wing from Pixabay