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 is my response to the 40th (!!) week of paint-chip poetry! I wasn’t sure what to write, and the challenge this tome was to use all 7 words, but my stream-of-consciousness seems to flow to decently-poetic places.
Home base is not a place to stay
Forever. Illumination of a green light
Lets you know to go. Fear no
Coyotes nor the black lacquer of
A starless night. Neptune may look down
On you, but you can look up and see
Venus, yellow as pungent ginger root.
This is a tanka for Chèvrefeuille’s latest haiku challenge, and the theme is changing. When I wrote this, I was thinking of growth — changing from weak to strong.
support for growing
strengthening sapling tree’s trunk
never meant to stay:
you can stand straight on your own,
even when branches’ leaves sway
For the Weekly Scribblings at Poets and Storytellers United, we are writing about the motif of walking away.
peek through window blinds
to see you walking away,
your back turned to me
This Chaucerian stanza is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS, and the words today are old/new. Although it’s not a free-verse poem, it was pretty quick and I didn’t edit, so I am sharing it.
The old has passed away, the new has come:
This I believe with all my beating heart,
And I want to give it a warm welcome.
Every single day is a fresh new start;
Change does not come at once, but part by part.
Do not lose heart: we are works in progress,
Magnificent, and will find happiness.
For the current Weekly Scribblings, Magaly has asked us to write about anything October. I was partially inspired by the moon (shocking, right? 😉 ), so this haibun is also linked to Frank’s challenge. I love it when multiple prompts synchronize! (Thank you to Fandango for that one.)
If Halloween is on a dark and stormy night, remember: the Hunter’s moon is shining, reflecting sun’s light, even if nobody sees it.
Likewise, if current life does not seem fruitful, know: the Harvest moon will share its bounty, even this very night.
Luna’s face imbibes
faraway sunlight, carries
kindness to the stars
This poem is kind of sad, but it is for FOWC: Antipathy and MLMM’s Saturday Mix “Opposing Forces.”
There used to be such love
And now antipathy:
From marriage to divorce
Quickly, not eternity.
Entrance to a new life
Thought to be a boon,
Demanded an exit
Unfortunately soon.
This is for Ronovan’s décima challenge, a bit too late, but I figured this week, better late than never. 🙂 We are supposed to use the word FALL in the B rhyme spot. By the way, this is almost totally unedited because I really wanted to get it done tonight, so your comments are appreciated.
Life’s not like fairy tales we pen,
Only one it is like at all:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And could not be put right again.
Pessimism’s tempting, often.
Nevertheless, I hope to write
A story a little more bright,
Even in some uncertain days —
Reality all hope betrays,
But other ends are in dream-sight.
For DVerse Poetics today, I have written 2 nonets based on the prompt, “9 Across for a Count Down.” The first line of both nonets is taken from “To the Light of September” by W.S. Merwin.
It seems as though you are still summer,
Though the smoky sky shrouds much sun,
But the flames are retreating —
Soon may our worries sleep —
May seasons cradle
Even amidst
Change : burning
Fall-leaves
Flame.
Broken shadows across the cracked ground
Point out the path to October:
Mid-September’s hellish flames
Celebrate Halloween
Early, ghost-ashes
Haunt surfaces.
Trick or treat?
Costumes
Change.
