A winter poem for Poets United.
White fog lingering
In the air this early morning
Is as close
As we will get to snow:
It holds me closer
Than mittens or scarves
And is cold enough
To my southern-California blood —
Right now I think of
Hot chocolate, sleigh rides —
Later I will take off my coat
And drink iced tea.
This is for this prompt about Veterans’ Day. Follow the link to read more.
Put down your weapons —
Saint Martin’s intercession
this Armistice Day
For more on Saint Martin, whose feast day in the Catholic Church is November 11th, click here.
This poem is linked to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. I used 3 words that contain the letters “ght.” This post doesn’t look like a stream-of-consciousness, but I wrote this pretty quickly and did not edit it at all.
Authenticity is a bright light
In a world littered with black and gray,
A beacon beckoning to those lost
In rolling seas, somewhere along the way,
A life-preserver for those drowning
In interminable lists of shoulds and oughts:
Authenticity is a once-sunken treasure
That can never be completely forgot.
This prompt from Real Toads, Just One Word: Burnished, was difficult today, but here is my attempt. It’s good to try something I’m not necessarily used to.
Do not shrink from the friction or the fire,
To live unburnished is to lack a shine.
The fear is true, yet I am no liar,
It is worth the pain to metal refine,
And it’s the same with hearts and minds, listen —
The surfaces and inside will glisten
To change is hard but start — this is your sign.
Photo courtesy of, and poem prompted by, Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie
Life is an adventure,
And this is the mission:
To brave the dingy, haunted
Places, to walk into the
White fog, to brave the
Deserted highway in the rain,
Wearing an orange sweater
Amidst the pale and gray —
To pour some joy upon
Such a sad-seeming place.
This week’s Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille has the theme of Halloween.
Pumpkins and ghosts gone
Now on to Christmas season —
Wait, where’s Thanksgiving?!
Let spaces of silence slide
Between breaths —
May the words I do say
Shed light, bring peace
Between breaths —
Keep breathing,
Count the inhale and the
Exhale, count the pause
Between breaths —
Let kind silence live, yet
Let no voice be silenced,
Between breaths.
A quadrille for DVerse including the word “keep”. This poem didn’t begin as a quadrille, but then I decided to see if it would work as one, and I liked the result.
