This was inspired by Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration, and the theme is “butterfly.” The image is below. I’m not sure if this poem is finished, but it’s what I’ve got so far. Comments would be appreciated. 🙂
Place of birth: Earth,
Though my mind often seems
To be up in space,
Or at least in the sky
With hundreds of butterflies.
Or it’s inside books,
Looking to solve a mystery
As pages whisper memories
Of being a mighty tree.
This poem is a quadrille for the DVerse prompt today. Our word today is “bum.”
Summer has been a bummer,
But the mind is my delight.
If my face has looked glummer,
I’ve still been able to find bright
Spots: no job but lots
Of music, reading, and poetry.
I am happy to not need
Busy-ness as a bumblebee.
A first-person narrative for DVerse. We are almost out of time to link up, but read others here.
Friday afternoon I am taking in
The whir of the gardener’s lawn mower.
The aroma released from the freshly-cut grass.
The sun smiling on my eager face
The reward of slightly-achy legs,
As I walk home from the library,
Which is now closed indefinitely.
We are writing traditional haibun about “one shining moment” in our life. Green and gold were mt high school’s colors.
After four years came her shining moment: Finally she was graduating from high school, with high honors. Her grades were not perfect, but she was happier for the fact of their imperfection, since it showed that she could survive it.
The sky above the sea of green and gold smiled benignly, while the future lay ahead of her like an exciting novel, in a language she could not read.
Under blazing sun
Clouds float in their big ocean —
We toss tasseled caps
This quick quatrain is in response to Tale Weaver: Books.
I’m missing bookstores and the library,
The treasures and adventures waiting there,
Despite the fact that in my house I see
Tomes with stories unread most everywhere!
This is what happens when I attempt to clean. I get distracted by partially-formed, existential poems that need to be written! *laughs*
Update: linking to DVerse open-link because I actually really like this one and hope that more people see it!
And dust will rest on everything:
Dust will rest on once-pristine
Photo frames, and images of saints.
Dust will rest in the corners, by the
Floorboards, and on high shelves.
Dust will comfort the furniture,
As if it needs dust’s thick gray
Blanket when it is so neglected.
And dust will rest on everything:
Dust will rest on what I just
Dusted yesterday, thickening layers.
Dust will rest on my matryoshka
Dolls and the lucky manekineko cat.
Dust will read the many books
That I have stacked high, and one day
Cover every journal that I write.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS: Cave.
The human psyche’s cavernous
With many crannies and nooks —
All that’s in a single mind
Could fill up thousands of books!
Confusing it can be to map
Including hidden dangers,
Some people do not make the trek
And from themselves are strangers.
NaPoWriMo day 22. This post was inspired by FOWC: Crazy and the current Weekly Scribblings.
I am not sick enough
To lie in bed all day,
But to keep me
From going crazy — maybe
I shall retreat into fiction
Or fantasy, reading,
This situation for a day renouncing,
My head on a fluffy pillow:
A respite from the novel
Reality we now know.
A second poem for NaPoWriMo day 2, shared with DVerse open-link night. I am also linking to this prompt about confinement.
Creativity
Opens doors :
New ideas
Flow every day,
Isolation time
Needs a companion,
Exceeding all
Doorframes and walls.
At DVerse, we are asking, “What day is it anyway?”. This poem was inspired by my usual Thursday schedule, since I have all morning to myself that day. I go to work in the afternoon and evening on Thursdays but wanted to ignore that in my poem. 🙂
Thursday I will lose myself
In several types of books.
I will swim in a coffee cup
And be inwardly warmed up.
May the morning wake refreshed
And beautifully stretch.
