Open up the windows,
Lift the blinds
But maybe hang a new curtain —
Certainly rearrange the furniture
Change it to something happier
And take away the clutter.
There’s too much stuff
From the past; when was the last
Renovation in this place?
New color-schemes can create
A more hopeful face.
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. 🙂
DVerse’s Poetics prompt is to write from the perspective of a color. I suppose this poem will do. 🙂
Linda Kruschke has a wonderful poetry prompt for us this week: writing a ghazal using paint chips! I love, love, LOVE ghazals so was overjoyed to read this prompt on Friday. I not only used a paint chip for the repeating part at the end of each couplet but also used a few others interspersed among the 5 couplets. Linked also with the Writers’ Pantry at PSU.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club, with a Chaucerian stanza to go with it. Also linked to “February Love Me” because I love coloring.
An almost-late offering for Linda’s ekphrastic paint-chip poetry prompt. She provided several beautiful photos for us to choose from, and I decided to write about this one:
(c) 2021 L. Kruschke
My attempt at a dramatic monologue for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt this week, also partially inspired by FOWC: Category and JusJoJan for today.
This décima is for Ronovan Writes’s challenge: Shimmer and is also shared with JusJoJan: Limp.
For the paint-chip poetry prompt this week, we are given the challenge of writing a “chance cinquain,” using the words on the paint chips in order in five-line stanzas. I just realized I didn’t use them in order. Oh, well. I am also sharing with JusJoJan.
In this post from last week, I shared a picture and 2 poems inspired by it, wondering if I would start a series by reusing some of the lines to write different forms of poetry. Well, here is the next installment of the series: a Shakespearean sonnet (hoping to try a Petrarchian sonnet soon)! Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United.
The dove of peace brings healing in its wings,
The shining sun comes not so far behind –
A confluence of pinkish hues it beings,
The easier some happiness to find.
The dove of peace reveals itself to men
Although it often seems to’ve been delayed:
It can be shy, and finds its welcome when
True prayers of trust, like little stars arrayed,
Light up the people’s dark thoughts’ sky. Those stars
Provide much comfort when they’re born and rise,
Against despair and woeful words which mar –
With peace past understanding as the prize.
Thenceforth can many faith-filled flowers grow,
No matter which direction the winds blow.