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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Boarding at Gate B6

Where to, I travel

Time to unravel

Rush, hustle, mass of people

Some vacation bound

Excitement, the sound

Heard atop a church steeple

Some not so happy

No mood for sappy

Ill family is waiting

Your arrival soon

Touch down people swoon

Praying, now grief abating


Melissa is the host for this week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. She has presented the form, Alouette, for writers to join in. A first time writing an Alouette for me. Hope you enjoy. 

Boarding at Gate B6 is about certain moments in life. The times to cultivate life by traveling for much needed vacations. Also, times of travel to show love and care for family/friends who fall ill. 

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Waited; or Tryst Gone Amiss

 

Waiting

In Autumn’s bliss

You said we would meet

Yearning to plant a kiss
Softly across your lips
Leaves falling in a whisper
Like your warm caress

Wind
Rustling like a hiss
What did I miss?
Is this a tiff?

Cold day
Even longer night ahead
Going back inside
I silently wish

Morning
Will serve up a new dish
Dish of your warm, savory smile
Sprinkled with warmth and love

Thank you for reading🙏🏽♥️

Waited; or Tryst Gone Amiss was written for the prompt, WDYS.
http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2026/10/05/what-do-you-see-361-5-october-2026/

Image credit: Royce Fonseca on Unsplash

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Absence; or The Fonder Heart

Heart shaped in lit candles

If she does not come home, would you miss her
Would you care, or dare, feel happiness
Relief, she is gone, your heart sings
Before long, a song of long
Awaited freedom, yes
She is gone, you are
Free to be you
No second
Guessing
No
More
Sharing
Compromise
Being nice, kind
Greetings with a kiss
Compassion and caring
Random embrace just because
Despair, she is gone, your heart aches
You do care, or dare, feel loneliness
Would you miss her, if she never came home

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Poetry Topic

Eerie Subconscious Rendering-Poem on Spillwords

Hello family and friends! Eerie Subconscious Rendering is now published on Spillwords.

A small passage from the poem:

An eerie feeling consumed me
I sensed that I was not alone
In a fear ridden state
Heart pounding
I call out, Who's there?!
Immediately, I regret the question

Please see here for the full poem.

Thank you all for your support and coming here to interact and read my writing. Each and every one of you are appreciated. 💞

Thank you, editors, at Spillwords for publishing my poem.

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Poetry Self Awareness Topic Words of Wisdom

Compulsion; or Obsession

What's in my feed, begin the scroll
New gossip, for a new day is on the rise
Lots of drama and trash talk, hooray
Right at my fingertips, where is my phone

New gossip, for a new day is on the rise
Who got cancelled, who got dissed
Right at my fingertips, where is my phone
Running late for work I'm drawn in

Who got cancelled, who got dissed
Put the phone down, iron my clothes
Running late for work I'm drawn in
What is wrong with me, why am I like this

Put the phone down, iron my clothes
I need therapy, I'm hooked on social media
What is wrong with me, why am I like this
I'm obsessed, how can I get out of this mess

I need therapy, I'm hooked on social media
Lots of drama and trash talk, hooray
I'm obsessed, how can I get out of this mess
Oh well; what's in my feed, begin the scroll

Compulsion; or Obsession is written for the W3 prompt. Reena challenges us to write a pantoum on any subject or theme. I am not quite sure that I completed the challenge correctly, but I gave it a try anyway. Thank you, Reena and David for the inspiration.

The topic I explored is being obsessed with the cell phone and scrolling on social media. The person knows that she has a problem but resigns to the addiction of social media. It’s a downward spiral and cycle that many struggle to get out of.

Thank you for stopping by to read. 🙏🏽💞

Image credit: Haninabz on Pixabay

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Wildflowers; or Olive Branch

Flowers for you
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 😊

Image credit: Daniel J. Schwartz on Unsplash

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Poetry Topic

Simmering Seasons

Autumn
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.

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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Life and Wisdom-Tanaga

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.

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When The Mind Skips

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
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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Read Me to Oblivion

Stacked books to read
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.

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Poetry Topic

Art, Poetry, Writing and Music-Erasure Poem

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.

Erasure Poem-Art, Poetry, Writing and Music

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

Original Poem-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

Thank you for stopping by! 💖🙏🏽

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Diversity Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Disentangle or Liberate is now on Spillwords

Hello, to my WordPress family and friends.

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 my WordPress readers for your support and spending time with my blog💖

Thank you to the editors at Spillwords for accepting and publishing my poetry. 💖

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Poetry Topic Words of Wisdom

Pieces of Seaside Ashore

Flip flops on the beach
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!

To my readers, thank you for stopping by and spending time with my blog! 💖🙏🏽

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Diversity Poetry Topic

Voluminous Crown

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

Thank you for stopping by to read! 💖🙏🏽

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Poetry Self Awareness Topic

Dancehall of Sorrows

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.

Thank you for stopping by! 💛🙏🏽