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 Writing Wednesday, for which the prompt word is “master,” and also this prompt about joy. On this 25th day of February, I am loving those days when you are joyful for no particular reason! I did see a butterfly in the afternoon, which is a plus. 🙂 This is just a quatrain, but I am decently happy with it.
After posting the paint-chip ghazal earlier today, I remembered this one, written about a month ago, on January 16, 2021.
Forgive my folly, veritable wells of it!
Let it be written down, say not farewell to it!
Before its end, all pens would use their ink;
Were I given all time, I could not tell of it.
See how the heart makes passion come in waves —
Behold the ocean deep, the ebb and swell of it!
Even if you are not my Beatrice,
Could you not be my Virgil for the hell of it?
Now all that’s left are roses pressed in books:
One such sweet scent — this writer brings to life the smell of it.
I almost forgot to post a décima for this week’s challenge (“spring” in the A rhyme line). I’ve written two of them this week, and this is the one that I think is better. 🙂
Expectantly, we wait for spring,
We await the rivers’ flowing
And sapling greenery growing,
As meadows with sparrow-song ring.
Now winter still is felt. Its sting
Admittedly not so severe
In northern places, over here
In California, still is felt.
There are distinct ices to melt:
One which most needs to go is fear.
That brings me to what I am loving today: the weather in California. Even a cold and grayish day such as today is not actually cold.
One thing that I love today:
Ducks in the park! I also really enjoy going to the park (although I got a sunburn today)
What sort of poem should I write about this?
For Ronovan’s décima challenge, which this week is FLOAT.
Those who keep going, I admire:
Although we walk, life is a boat.
So hard to keep the ship afloat,
The seas themselves seem to conspire.
Let hope and love be my attire,
To never let the boat capsize,
To skill in sailing realize.
Even when the waves are choppy
May they not break serenity:
Enjoy the ride, sun in my eyes.