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.
For FOWC: Expose and the prompt “Ice Cream” at My Vivid Blog, and shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry. Happy Sunday!
Ice cream exposed to the sun
Will melt — some environments
Are more keenly felt, as well
They should be, not surprising.
A fish taken out of the sea
Cannot swim — and made to live
In the wrong water, it dies,
More quickly than some might realize.
People with varying temperaments:
A fulfilling life for one,
To another does not make sense.
A 40-word free-verse poem for the Weekend Writing Prompt and for MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I’m really liking the Weekend Writing Prompts, especially when they are short. 🙂 My poems tend to be relatively short.
Too much time in the desert,
The drought-dry place starved of rain,
Always wondering, waiting, praying for an oasis —
Found when an act of love
Triumphs over unkind rays of hate:
It’s not a mirage, although
It may be brief.
For Ronovan Writes’s current décima challenge, LEAP in the D rhyme spot. This brought back happy memories of summers when I was a kid, and my brothers and I would go to the pool a lot. I could still can barely swim, but I loved playing in the pool.Â
I am finally participating in DVerse’s prompts again! Today it is Quadrille Monday, and our word is “stream.” I also wrote this for FOWC: Lonely.
Welcome to the stream of consciousness:
No idea where we are going today,
Whether the water will be placid
Or choppy (how quickly I become lonely)
Whether we will swim blithely.
Will you join the current with me?
Hoping it’s a pleasant place to be.
Another poem for the Immersion prompt, this time a Rondeau in response to the photo challenge #374 from MLMM. The photo is below and is by Marta Bevacqua.
I’m a bit obsessed with ghazals right now, so here is another one, which I worked on yesterday and today, and which was partially written for FOWC: Repose and this prompt about immersion.
You know better than I what’s died in me.
My God who’s living still, abide in me.
One dream not dead has been this poetry,
Ideas are a spring ne’er dried in me.
A verse which starts despairingly finds hope:
See, these two sides have always vied in me.
In words’ expression there is some repose,
Despite immersion in emotions –strong tide in me.
A life not merely written nor read, but lived:
Sparrow-song calls, may freedom be satisfied in me.
For FOWC: Terrible (but hopefully not a terrible poem) and I also included yesterday’s FOWC: Bundle. I also was inspired by the Saturday Mix: Double Take this week, even though I didn’t respond exactly to the prompt. Shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry.
This is mainly for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS: Up/Down. I wrote a backwards cherita (stanzas of 3, 2, and 1 line rather than 1, 2, and 3). It also fits with Writing Wednesday: Insanity. I have been feeling less insane lately, but it still applies. 🙂
The shadorma below was written and posted 2 years ago. I am sharing it again for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. Here is the original post.
Quiet tears
Obscure my vision,
But I know
You are there —
These tears are the salty veil
Through which you see me.
