It has taken me so long to try to come up with a one-liner for One-Liner Wednesday that I eventually had to tell myself to “Just Jot It!”
Hmm…does that sentence count as a one-liner?
By the way, I hope that this year is blessed for you!
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for December
I colored this today and accidentally got a smudge on the paper, but I do like how it turned out. It was also nice to enjoy chai tea while coloring (it was not just for the photo!). I hope your “cup runneth over” with blessings and companionship this season. Merry Christmas!
I wrote a few sidlak poems over the past few days. This form, which has 4 lines of 3-5-7-9 syllables and concludes with a fifth line that is a color, has been fun. I found out about it from Abigail Gronway, who also wrote a nice one. Shared with the Tuesday Platform.
In a library,
On antique, sturdy table —
I sense the musty smell of old books
Proper meter? Rhyme?
Freedom in form anytime.
Word queen of my poetry world, hued
Oppressing like a devil,
A cardboard box, sent, undelivered:
“The perfect hideout is inside a book.”
The perfect hideout is inside a book,
Is is a grand adventure too, although
It may not seem that way, and it may look
Boring, it’s not — my fellow readers know!
For One Liner Wednesday and JusJoJan day 9. Join in here!
For JusJoJan day 8, our prompt word is “self.”
Clothing expresses so many aspects,
Facets of myself:
There’s the karate uniform
Which I haven’t worn in years,
And the color-guard cotume
Which saw the antithesis of tears,
There’s the bittersweet
Black Homecoming dress —
For the first time I felt like a beauty —
There is no room to express
All the existing sides of me.
Inspired by this weekend’s prompt at Real Toads, I wrote a “puente” poem. Puente means bridge in Spanish because of the middle line, and I wanted to incorporate the idea of a bridge in my poem. Yesterday, my mom and I decorated our Christmas tree, and the ornaments were bridges between the past and the present.
My mother and me,
Adorning the Christmas tree
With ornaments, including
A white and blue ball
~ bringing it close, inhaling its scent ~
It still smells like
Over a decade ago,
Echoes of smoke
At Real Toads, we are invited to write about wistful sadness, or in Japanese, mono no aware.
I will let you pass through the checkpoint.
This is your flight, not mine.
Only those with a boarding pass may enter.
I have no pass; it is not my time.
But one day it will be my flight.
One day I will leave behind unknown others.
Inspired by this prompt from Real Toads and based on a true story. I was on vacation for Thanksgiving this past week and actually felt much happier with more limited internet access, but coming back to everyday life, it is hard not to fall back into spending too much time online.
On vacation, sans the internet,
I spent the days exploring, playing games
With those I love, but coming back I set
Myself in front of my laptop, the same
As I had before done — a waste, a shame.
In the Imaginary Garden, we are writing nonets. This form has 9 lines, beginning with 9 syllables, then 8, then 7, all the way down to one syllable in the last line.
How to explain personality?
Multifaceted, not able
To be succinctly defined,
Always a new surprise.
Taking countless words
To well describe
“Who am I” —