Thanks to Fandango for today’s FOWC: Piano. Also linked with DVerse OLN. I was going to participate live, but that didn’t happen. 🙂
Free Verse
Don’t Look Down
A poem for FOWC: Stoic and MLMM’s Photo Challenge #385 (I am happy to have written something for this before the week was up).
Even This I Get to Experience
I know what it is to be hungry.
I know what it is to tell myself I am content. Continue reading
Sometimes Clowns are Scary
These two poems are for MVB: Clown and FOWC: Episode, respectively. I put them into one post because they are both free-verse and really short.
Painted on-face,
Fake rosy cheeks,
Exaggerated happiness —
Most people’s masks
Are not so obvious.
The Moonlike Bubble-Egg
This poem is more like a story with line breaks. Anyway, it’s inspired by this picture, by Angela Kelly and found via MLMM’s Photo Challenge #383:
Wielding a magic wand and a bottle of bubble soap,
She blew: most bubbles floated on but one
Froze, on a bed of snowdrops. Under the sun
Its pearlescent orb shone like the moon,
While sun’s rays slowly found their way underneath.
The bubble cracked, the little girl cried —
But it became an egg, fertile as spring, with a new beginning.
Memory from a Fruit
This is for DVerse Poetics’s prompt, “Always in Season.” It turns out that, a few months ago, I wrote a different poem about an orange, which is interesting because I don’t like oranges that much. Nevertheless, they are evidently full of juicy inspiration!
I peeled an orange and found
Joy, inside that rough exterior peel,
Bordering on obnoxious with that summery citrus scent,
Joy in the juice which covered my fingers,
In the pulp which found its way
Under each one of my fingernails —
I peeled an orange and grabbed
Happiness, full of ripeness, because I wasn’t
Looking overly intently for it.
Squeezing an Idea
This is a poem. Using fragments. For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt. The new one comes out tomorrow morning. So I am posting this just in time. 🙂
Journeying, searching,
Seeking a worthy muse.
Walking through desert’s
Endless dunes.
Will fresh-sqeezed
Brain juice yield an idea?
Are brain waves airy
As cotton candy,
And just as substantially
Void? See, a frown…
Look, the nose
Of a clown!
Decisive Action
For FOWC: Decisive and MVB: Startled. This is based on a true story, haha.
Startled awake:
Quick sharp shake
Then another one — earthquake.
Shocked body stops — waits.
Evaluates: did not keep
Shaking, so takes
Decisive action:
Falling back to sleep.
Searching
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”
Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?
Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable
Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?
A Faraway Place
This week, we are slanting the paint chips, and I also responded to this prompt, “More than just a place.” Maybe it’s a stretch, but I think it suffices. Also, I did not exclusively use slant rhymes but tried to incorporate a few, whether within lines or at the end of them.
The moon is more than a faraway place,
She among the stars is like a beacon
In a foggy harbor: a kind face she can
Offer. A muse she can provide, kinder
Than Poe’s raven, making the mind more open.
Her presence gives nourishment; she is rocky
So she understands. Sans wheat fields
She yields soul-food, remembering what’s good.
Sometimes she even sends a moonstone,
Reminding the lonely they’re not the only one.
