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.
see Moon in pieces
like a shattered glass window —
it will not hurt you
A senryu for MVB: Window. Thanks to Lorraine for the “moon in pieces” image. It got stuck in my brain, and this poem was born. I wish I could have found a good image or, even better, taken a picture at the particular lake that I’m thinking of.
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.
May’s full moon is on Wednesday, and it is known as the Flower Moon, as Frank, the host of DVerse Haibun Monday, says.
This month, I have noticed a wealth of new flowers in the garden: varying shapes and shades, hues of pink and yellow, almost whatever one could name. Bees are busy pollinating, and the blueberries, too, are growing and ripening from a gentle light-green. We have already picked a bowlful; soon the fruits will fill baskets. The garden is waiting to give many other fruits and vegetables as treasures.
after heat of day
buzz of all activity
rests under the moon
This was inspired by today’s FOWC: Laconic and the Sunday Writing Prompt from MLMM, “great balls of fire.” I decided to also combine it with the photo challenge. Might as well link up with the Writers’ Pantry, too. 🙂
This is an “occasional verse” for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip prompt this week. An occasional verse is not only written once in a while ( 🙂 ); it is a poem about a specific occasion. Linda challenges us to write about Mother’s Day, which at this point was several days ago, but I still wrote on the same topic. The paint chips are below:
This is a Minute Poem for the Saturday Mix at MLMM. I enjoyed writing this and actually wrote 2 in a row, but the second one is just silly. 🙂 Here is the one that I like better. Continue reading
Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a Sijo, which is a traditional Korean poetry form. It’s described as similar to the haiku, but the lines are longer and, to me, it seems more complicated. I like how this turned out but am not sure if it is technically correct. Here is a site that explains in detail how to write one.
For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt, I have written this poem. I’m not sure if it counts as an idyll, but I did use a lot of imagery of nature, and it certainly counts as a paint-chip poem. 🙂
This was inspired by this prompt about judgment, as well as the current Weekly Scribblings. Click the link to read more. 🙂