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.
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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.
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Image credit: Pavlo T at Unsplash
A Tanka
Cramped, I feel standing
In the subway car freezing
Can’t reach my pocket
Nose running; I need Kleenex
On lapel mucous escaped
Hope you enjoy Tissue: So Close but Out of Reach. Written in response to David’s W3 Prompt #141, Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt.
For anyone who has ever been on the subway and knows how tightly packed and crowded it is will understand. You can hardly move, nonetheless, reach into your pocket at the moment you need to the most. 😄
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When you look around, what is in your view?
Is the vicinity one of beauty or chaos
Depending on how your eyes see can determine
Your feelings about the surroundings
A state of bliss brings beauty
Misery is a state that brings out chaos
Tell me what your eyes see.
Your Seeing Eyes is written in response to a prompt by Sammi Cox. The challenge is to write an original piece using the word vicinity in exactly 50 words.