Mountains, Rainbows, and Scissors

For Mind Loves Misery’s Menagerie collage prompt

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Only supposed to climb

The mountains I’m carrying —

Set them down.

Pick up a hot cup of tea

You didn’t sell your birthright for.

Look at the rainbow

(sometimes you can see it

even while the rain falls),

And remember that God promised

Never again

To destroy the world by a flood

Of tears —

Cut off the locks

Of hair covering your eyes

And see the orange sun-fire

In the off-white flower petals.

Playing Games

It’s game night at DVerse, paying tribute to several names of video games in our poems. Note: I know nothing about most of these games (other than Portal).


Torchlight barely illuminates the path I’m following:
Through the Myst I must eventually meet destiny,
Each step is a Portal to mysterious callings,
The next may cause a Quake between new possibility.

Love Creates

It is time again for a quadrille, and the prompt this week is kiss. Quite appropriate for this month. I am also sharing this with Forgiving Fridays because love is forgiving; to love someone for any length of time is to forgive.


Love creates:
Knowing we are loved makes
Us less afraid to be who we are,
Love may not be able to erase
The scars but makes them more
Beautiful, and love is the only
Power that can make us whole.
Love’s kiss gives life.

white and red plastic heart balloon on sky during daytime
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“Why Is Fear So Powerful?”

Another Whyquain for this week’s 5-line poem challenge. This one is actually in iambic tetrameter. Certain aspects of my future scare me, but I know that it helps nothing to give in to unfounded fear. 


“What if” is a pernicious phrase,

And fear can think of many ways

That failure comes in full display.

It will take more than a few days

To fully flee fear’s lying haze.

“What is the meaning of life?”

Sometimes I joke that it is forty-two,

But for each one reflection must ensue:

Each person has a diff’rent task to do,

And also must take in th’eternal view,

Conductor from whom he will take his cue.


This is my first attempt at a Whyquain, which is a 5-line poem that answers a question and in which all of the lines rhyme (aaaaa). This is my first attempt, so I plan to try writing a better one. Many thanks to Abigail Gronway for hosting this! 

Also, i just realized that I used iambic pentameter instead of tetrameter, but I will share it anyway.