This week’s décima challenge from Ronovan Writes is to use the word CHASE in one of the C rhyme spots.
A nightmare blooms inside my head
When I lie down to sleep tonight: Subconscious seems prepared to fight As into its strange realm I tread.
As body sleeps snug in my bed,
I’m trying to pick up my pace To outrun what attempts to chase Me, but as expected I’m caught. Can I unlearn what has been taught, To find a new dream to embrace?
This is for Ronovan Writes’s décima challenge this week (shockingly 🙂 ). I started it 2 days ago but only finished it 2 minutes ago.
Ten years ago expansive dreams
Existed for my future plans,
And I believed that my two hands
Could grab them. How wrong that now seems.
In childhood I saw hopes gleam
And thought them gold. But what a shock
When they were pyrite: foolish rock.
Somewhere there still might be a stone
To find, a gem, not one alone —
Maybe next time I take a walk.
This was inspired by the Sunday writing prompt at MLMM, which is the word “Aghast.” I am combining it with “Same, Same, but Different” using synonyms for these words:
Today I found a new challenge for the month of February: Paula Light had the great idea to observe the
“month of lurve” by posting about one thing we love every day.
It is not my birthday; I’m just trying to make today fun! Happy birthday if it is your birthday. 🙂
Here is a poem I wrote this morning that relates to this photo, as I have a
propensity to write about almost everything:
“Arise and shine, ” the alarm blares,
And I return to my warm bed, To fall back in dreams, without cares.
“Arise and shine,” coaxes the sun,
Stepping slowly into my room: “Do not miss goodness; it’s begun.” “Arise and shine,” cries the coffee, As I carry it in a cup: A taste of day, quietly friendly.
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. Continue reading
Upon reading “Flying Fish” by Carl Sandburg for the first time, I wrote this response. Sharing with DVerse Poets’ prompt, “ A Conversation.”
I have lived in many half-worlds myself:
Something simultaneously hopeful and harrowing,
Days which are both depressive and lifted,
Days when despair drowns in floating faith
I have dreams in which I breathe
Under the seawater or up in the sky:
A wing thing. A fish thing.
Sometimes I have lived in that in-between —
And so I know you.
image from Pinterest
Linda gave us quite an interesting (dare I say… eggciting sorry not sorry) prompt for this week’s paint-chip poetry:
Fried eggs over-easy:
Yolks like a puddle
Color of sun rays
Or even a tangerine —
Dream of this breakfast
Outside, under vintage-
No, this type I despise!
Author’s note: I don’t like it when the yolks are really runny. Also, I just realized that this is the second time I have written about eggs for this paint-chip poetry prompt. That’s odd.
This is for the Weekly Scribblings prompt, which has to do with alliteration.
Inspired by MLMM’s photo challenge #344, this image from WeHeartIt.com :
If you plow forth through butterflies,
Confronting fear, you realize
That’s what it takes to grow a spine.
Fly to your dreams, though strangers whine.
I wrote this for FOWC: Succumb and MLMM’s photo challenge for this week (almost too late, but I made it in time!). This is short, but I wanted to write something. 🙂 Happy Sunday. Continue reading