This poem was written for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt this week. We can write in any form yet are supposed to use at least 10 of the 15 given words. Also for Writing Wednesday: Dehydrated.
I saw sunshine in your eyes,
A heavenly zest for life,
You were summertime,
Like watermelon eaten poolside,
Quenching the thirst of
My dehydrated mind.
I thought you saw
Clear skies, then
Out of the blue, what must
Have been a total eclipse,
Sudden, of your beautiful life.
This free-verse poem is for FOWC: Conspicuous and is linked with this week’s Writers’ Pantry at PSU.
Sky’s tears trickle down
A dirty window, leaving streaks
On the face of a family
Home, filled with so many
Memories —
The conspicuous absence
Of someone so dear
An unprompted poem that I wrote yesterday and today.
Filled with fresh water, waiting
For a coin to be cast, a wish
Swished into the stone well,
A last-ditch effort to reify
Some happiness, to satisfy.
A certain well-wish. That’s all I want.
A tanka for this prompt.
A car without gas
With a squeaky steering wheel
“Check engine” light on —
Check in with distant friendships.
Bring them closer together.
Today’s quadrille Monday at DVerse revolves around the word “wound.” We can use either or both pronunciations / meanings of the word. I wanted to write about a certain carousel snow globe in the collection that my mom used to have (I’m not sure where it is now), but I am thinking that I can make this quadrille better. In the meantime, here it is. Continue reading
This is brought to you by the Writing Wednesday prompt, “time.”Thinking about time always gives me a small existential crisis, so happy reading to you!!
Hands: running in circles,
Unable to turn backwards.
Roman numerals reveal the hour,
Gesturing toward its lateness.
Is every half-an-hour announced
With the sound of a cuckoo?
At DVerse, for Poetics today, it is “Blue Tuesday.” I was inspired by this picture, which I took with an old friend several years ago (the poem says 5, but it turns out it was actually 6 years and 2 months ago):
The blues of the view from the Huntington Beach pier:
Five years ago now, yet current they appear
The current of the ocean waves, greenish-blue,
Above horizon-line’s divide, cloudless sky, a lighter hue.
It is the background of my smartphone screen,
Above which other blues, from icons are seen:
Apps like Facebook and the telephone cannot reach
Into the past, nor reconnect with that friend at the beach.
Inspired by FOWC: Corridor and shared with the Writers’ Pantry this week.
I didn’t write very much today, but even a busy (in a happy way) day will not hamper my posting at least once per day in April! This poem was partially inspired by this prompt about GIFTS. I am also linking with DVerse OLN today.
As guiltless as when laid in manger-bed,
The Lamb of God, to silent slaughter led,
Amidst such shame, innocence underscored —
My thorn-crowned Lord.
At death itself He has mortally swung,
In my own high-walled life, Jesus has hung
Over my Jericho, a scarlet cord —
My thorn-crowned Lord.
It is a gift to see Him on the cross,
Although my heart does break at pain and loss:
I see He knows my pain, has love outpoured,
My thorn-crowned Lord.
I never put trigger warnings in my posts, but I will for this one. TW: mental illness, suicide
This was inspired by the official NaPoWriMo prompt, which is “to write a poem that poses a series of questions” (I hope this fits) and also the Weekly Scribblings prompt about liminal space. In case you’re wondering, I actually feel better after writing this. I thought maybe I shouldn’t post, but I couldn’t resist responding to 2 prompts at once. 🙂
