Eventually for all of us, this
Ubiquitous ceasing of earthly
Life arrives — what is left behind?
One’s family, friends, one’s love,
Good memories and a gracious state:
Yesterday’s gone; what words live today?
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for this month. I have colored several pictures, and here is one of them, plus part of another.
I also wrote a poem inspired partly by the coloring pages, since they can be quite fantastical! We color within the lines but can choose any picture we want. 🙂 Sharing with today’s Writers’ Pantry.
The rules say color within the lines,
But the artist’s mind divines
How to within the form be free,
Or to trash it, if need be:
These rules don’t dictate what to draw —
Let one’s artistry be raw —
Nor which colors one must use.
If some are fixed, there’s more to choose!
Once again, I have a response to Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry, at the last minute. This is about how, this year, I had a bunch of plans and it’s all down the drain now. 🙂 I am also sharing this with MLMM’s Tale Weaver, because any attempt to plan this year has become an epic fail. Without furthr ado, these are our paint-chips:
January 2020: the year was a
Blank canvas of optimistic possibility,
A green flash to signal, “Go for it.”
March 2020: a rainstorm was brewing,
We began to become tongue-tied,
Under the sea of shocking surprises.
September 2020: somehow we have
Tumbleweeded through a surreal summer,
Crispy leaves and autumn colors are coming.
I am a glass of fresh-squeezed
Orange juice, filled with the pulp
Of pressurized emotions, in my skin.
This poem is inspired by DVerse Poetics and the image below, which is by Catrin Welz-Stein. I enjoyed writing to one of her beautiful, surreal pieces of art. Her other art can be found here:
He holds a key that’s half his size,
As a giant feathered-thing flies
Away with him, away, as he stays
Looking at the moon. He’s left a piece
Of himself, never to be released
From that beautiful, liminal gloom.
For today’s SoCS: “__tion,” we are to write using word(s) that end in -tion. The most important rule is no editing!
Creation is so wonderful,
And so much floats around my head,
With poetry my mind is full —
But can we create what we’ve said?
Are these just words or will they be
The seeds of blooming novelty?
For DVerse Poetics today, we are to write inspired by wheat. At first, I was completely at a loss for any inspiration, but tonight I wrote this Chaucerian stanza.
Unless a grain of wheat shall fall upon
The fertile ground and die, a sacrifice,
It remains a single grain; but once gone
It returns, and is now worth well past twice:
Potential on which you can’t put a price.
Does wheat feel trepidation ere the fall?
Is falling in the field falling at all?
The prompt for FDDA day 22 is “why writing matters to you.” In addition to writing poetry for this blog (and many other poems that will never see the light of day), I write daily in a journal and have done that on and off since I was 5. In my first journal entry, I wrote the Ys backwards, so I’ve basically been writing since before I could write! This poem is a Diamante about why I write.
remembering, preserving, keeping
record, memory, expression, connection
sharing, experimenting, opening
creative, honest —
Feeling peachy, beautiful day,
Found a sand dollar on the beach,
Under blue sky, as the waves reach
Along the shore, wanting to stay.
This excursion keeps stress at bay;
The salty air is like nectar,
Seaside having lots to offer,
I want the whole enchilada —
Coral under sea, which I saw
Mimicked in my lipstick’s color.
This was inspired by MLMM’s photo challenge #326.
It’s such a mess in the cellar,
At the bottom of the staircase,
Underneath your living space —
It’s such frenetic happiness,
With every inch available
Covered with art from wall to wall!
It’s difficult to keep clean,
But that’s not always a need:
The artist knows what life means.
For yesterday’s Weekly Scribblings, I wrote this sevenling on the theme of “seeing things.”
The are shapes in the clouds
In the sky: a rabbit and
A heart, an eagle.
This joyful, cloudy reverie
Inspires me to dream, of
Magic, love, and artistry.
Hope I’m not just seeing things.