The Adventure

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.

 

 

 

 

Happy Halloween

Something lighthearted to muse on the topic of getting Caught….I am also sharing with DVerse OLN. Click the link to read more poems! 


Nylon spider-webs strewn

Over the living-room

Table and the coffee machine,

Hanging from the TV,

Big plastic jack-o’-lantern

Smiles upon the scene:

What a delight to be

Caught in the festivities —

Happy Halloween!

Generosity

For Poets United Midweek Motif. I chose to write about remembering the dead.


How generous the dead are,
With the way they so often haunt
Both memories and dreams:
I think of my maternal grandmother
And my high-school friend —
You were cremated
Body became ashes but memories
Remained.    If you had a grave,
I would visit it and pray
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine”   *
The sentiment lives, and you visit me.
 
* This is the beginning of a prayer for the dead, in Latin. More info

 

Voice of the Future

I am a little too late for this prompt at DVerse, about telling a story through the senses, but here is my poem. It also fits with this (I think).


She heard laughter.

Through the tears

She heard laughter.

She felt dreams solidifying.

She felt a smile

Curl her lips upwards.

She felt fingers

Clacking on a computer keyboard

Posting a poem

(Was she a writer?)

Sometime in the future.

The future wasn’t nothing.

She heard the voice

Of a poet, leader,

Whispering — encouraging.

 

Standing on Rock Bottom

This poem was inspired by these prompts: about the positive side of change and about astonishment and wonder.


What she thought was the end of the world,

When she thought she was unlovable

Because she seemed unappreciated

By someone whose love she had wanted —

 

What she thought was rock bottom,

Was precisely the solid ground she needed

To stand at last on her own feet,

To rebuild, and find astonishment at the new life

She is leading, which she didn’t know she wanted.

The Written Word

For DVerse Poetics, the prompt is majesty.


The pen can hold power.

The pen can describe the world’s wonders.

The pen can inspire like a bright star.

The pen can cause people to rise

Against dynasties which had towered

As societal mountains.

 

Centuries of echoes are heard,

But behold the dynamite of the written word.