For FOWC: Magnitude and MLMM’s Saturday Mix, for which the “opposing forces are freeze/melt and work/rest.
What magnitude earthquake
Will it take, to shake
Everything back into place?
How much work do we need
To exert, in order to
Return to rest again?
When fears cause lives
To freeze, can even clear
Reason melt steel anxiety?
For today’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, our prompt is any word that starts with the letter M. I wrote this silly little poem earlier today.
n.b. This is actually a good day. It is not time for a major meltdown (yet). However, if anyone has chocolate fondue, I would love some!
This is my offering for Linda’s paint-chip poetry #42, a day late but hopefully worth the wait! This was fun.
The yellow brick road
Leads to Oz,
Really just a big
Disappointment.
Many tissues
You will need to use.
But, if you take a taxi,
Down the road less traveled
Maybe, even a drab
Brown paper package
Can have, hiding,
A great gift inside.
This was inspired by FOWC: Alleviate and MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Underwater, not to mention the huge amount of stress that, probably, almost everyone is under right now! Continue reading
Today I am sharing a poem that was not inspired by any particular prompt, something that I usually do not do because there are so many prompts to take part in! I tried to finagle Fandango’s one-word challenge into a poem, but it didn’t work, so I wrote this sentence. 🙂
When the soul gets sad and lonely,
Remember life is not me only.
Reach out to another friend,
Some kind message to them send.
Maybe this friend also needs
Some loving positivity-seeds.
Antidote to a saddening pattern:
As a flower, to sunlight turn.
This is for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge. Mask is the word for today. I really needed to write this, so thanks for the prompt, even if no one likes the poem! haha
What are you going to be for Halloween?
Does it matter, is there a party?
Is there any trick-or-treating with the kids?
Are there any kids or are we all
Older than our years by now?
What are you going to be for Halloween?
Will people wear a second mask?
What costumes have we been tricked into wearing?
I will be the most terrifying horror:
I will wear no mask and be a human being!
I don’t hate face masks as much as some people, but the longer this goes on, the more tired I am of it. Even if the masks work perfectly, what is it worth? I want to see people’s smiles. I want to be hugged. In the past 7 months, I can count the number of people I’ve touched on one hand. And I am not doing well. Nobody gives a damn about the collateral damage from these policies. What is this worth?
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This was written for this prompt about “trapped.” I just found that site last week, and it seems cool so far. I pondered trying to write something a little happier, but it’s difficult to write a positive post about being trapped. A lot of times I get trapped in my own over-thinking!
I am banging on the doors.
My mind is closing in
Look! See outside a window!
I am banging on the doors
Imploring them to open.
Outside is fuller life, I know!
I am banging on the doors,
Budging them?
                          A hallucination.
This décima is for Ronovan Writes’s challenge. It also is linked with FOWC: Intangible and “What’s the Price?” at Poets and Storytellers United.
Intangible love, inner bliss:
Possibly each life’s major goal,
Enlivening the weary soul,
Precious treasure, it is priceless.
What a tragedy to miss this:
Incomplete sans companionship,
To lift people up when moods dip.
Incomparable is a friend,
Worth more than what many checks send,
Precious — a desert water-sip.
Here is another installment of Linda’s paint-chip poetry. I tried to also write in quatrains with an “abab” rhyme scheme. This is also shared with DVerse OLN. Our prompt words are below.
“April showers bring May flowers,”
So goes a well-known adage.
A heartbeat blooms and overpowers
Sky-waterfalls; hope makes a hedge.
Pumpkins planted in the spring
Are simply seeds, but by October,
They’re ripe for jack-o-lantern carving,
So parts of April are not over.
One April morning we are all fools,
Many pranks people like to test:
Teaching that when time seems cruel,
To keep new hope in a cedar chest.
I was really hungry when I wrote this silly poem for FOWC: Cordial. I have lately been so tempted to buy myself a box of chocolates! *laughter*
A cordial greeting between
The chocolate-shop clerk and me,
As my mind and stomach wonder,
“Which should I choose?” I ponder
Peanut brittle and milk Bordeaux,
Cherry cordials and Scotchmallow,
Too many chocolates to list,
There’s so much that I’ve missed —
Why not buy a whole box,
To really knock off my socks!
