This poem is inspired by DVerse Poetics and the image below, which is by Catrin Welz-Stein. I enjoyed writing to one of her beautiful, surreal pieces of art. Her other art can be found here:
http://catrin-stein.imagekind.com/store/
He holds a key that’s half his size,
As a giant feathered-thing flies
Away with him, away, as he stays
Looking at the moon. He’s left a piece
Of himself, never to be released
From that beautiful, liminal gloom.
This is for DVerse Poetics and also fits FOWC: Uncertain. I don’t usually write in this style, so I am uncertain if I did it right! This was inspired by not only the prompt itself but also the fact that Sanaa, who hosted the DVerse prompt today, was “serving” raspberry scones and coffee. So, just about anything can inspire a poem for me. 🙂
Such luscious fruit —
And the sweet morsels crumble
Against my tongue — it mixes
With the strength of bitterness,
The full-bodied
Flavor of an undiluted brew:
Such passionate intensity —
I experience uncertainty,
Though the flavors do not duel
But combine, in a fashion
More sublime than either alone.
This cherita is for FDDA day 30, about our best job, and FOWC: Covered. I am also linking with today’s Writers’ Pantry.
I am covered with love, even in the memories
Of my old job, children running to hug me
Even if they hated practicing math.
Before COVID divided people from each other,
It subtracted my job, but I hope that “my kids”
Will remember me positively, even if time multiplies.
For DVerse MTB this week, we are trying our hands at verbing. I do this a lot with friends in my non-blog life, but finding a good idea for it in a poem was unexpectedly hard.
Look at those faces:
They sunflowered for a few weeks,
Nature summered for a few months —
See the birds use their beaks
To peck the seeds from what once
Loved the sun’s embraces.
The prompt for FDDA day 22 is “why writing matters to you.” In addition to writing poetry for this blog (and many other poems that will never see the light of day), I write daily in a journal and have done that on and off since I was 5. In my first journal entry, I wrote the Ys backwards, so I’ve basically been writing since before I could write! This poem is a Diamante about why I write.
Journal:
precious, detailed
remembering, preserving, keeping
record, memory, expression, connection
sharing, experimenting, opening
creative, honest —
Poetry
For FOWC: Ancient and Fandango’s dog days of August day 18, about first love.
To be his girlfriend:
What I wanted most of all —
Ancient history.
Time made my pining give way,
Grateful as our paths diverged.
An unprompted poem shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry.
I am blessed to be Your lamb,
Seeing Your kindness,
Kept safe through the raging storms,
Led to happiness.
Held with care inside Your arms,
In the darkest valley,
My head buried in Your heart,
Full of peace and mercy.
Let me never wander far:
To You leads the brightest star.
Inspired by the Weekly Scribblings and by the page that I colored, I wrote this poem. The coloring will be shared with Linda G. Hill’s coloring club, and I’m also linking this to Fandango’s dog days of August #6 because cats are pets. 🙂
I wear my heart on my sleeve
So swift to sadden but even
Quicker to smile or grin —
From cats’ cuteness to cupcakes
Or ice cream’s scoop of delight,
I look at the stars and see
Of sweetness there’s a galaxy.
This is a sevenling for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #5: Inheritance.
I have my father’s blue eyes,
Did not inherit my mother’s height,
But did get her figure (great!)
I have my grandmother’s love
Of pecans, Mom’s journal writing,
And Dad’s all-or-nothing personality.
Though I am a bit of everything!
A short poem for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #4, for which the prompt is lost love.
Is love lost because he’s gone away?
No, it grows — because I want him to stay.
Eventually it matures, too big for my own soul.
I will let you go. I will let us both be whole.
