I am sharing another poem from the archives. 🙂 During my archaeological dig through my notebooks today, I found this haiku and thought it was cute.
Sweet simple sparrow
Singing softly, staccato,
P.S. Many thanks to Brian Vos, whose prompt I linked to above, because after I shared this poem last week, he told me it would be interesting to see more of my older stuff. So, he’s the one who caused me to open Pandora’s Box. 🙂
It’s that time of week again: Paint-Chip Poetry at the last minute! This week, Linda is challenging us to write a Sestina, a word that strikes fear into poets everywhere 😳 (or maybe just me). I have finished only 2 sestinas in my entire life, and I actually liked one of them! I meant to start this poem earlier, but all I did was look at the paint chips:
I found a flower on the ground
And heard grace whispering: a sound
Of gentleness consoling me,
I feel lucky.
I feel not only lucky — blessed,
To have the bloom of beauty rest
Before my eyes, a color deep,
Kindness to keep.
A flowering of hope renewed,
Of happiness and gratitude,
And when the petals’ beauty fades,
God’s presence stays.
I wrote this poem yesterday and today, inspired by the flower I found on the sidewalk while walking home from the library on Friday. To me, the flower was like a present from Jesus. Shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry.
see Moon in pieces
like a shattered glass window —
it will not hurt you
A senryu for MVB: Window. Thanks to Lorraine for the “moon in pieces” image. It got stuck in my brain, and this poem was born. I wish I could have found a good image or, even better, taken a picture at the particular lake that I’m thinking of.
This is a décima for this week’s challenge from Ronovan Writes. We are supposed to use the word “oops” in one of the C rhyme lines. Since a new challenge will be posted tomorrow, it would definitely be an “oops” not to write and post one today. 🙂 I did almost forget about it. Also for FOWC: Poor and MVB: Fondness.
Despite fondness to post and write,
Feeling like writing is my core,
Of much time to write I feel poor
Sometimes, all spent, out of sight.
To use time well is oft a fight,
More often than not, I say “Oops!”
But quickly hawk-like my mind swoops
Upon right words, poem is my prey,
As I at last redeem today —
Before the clock flies through more loops.
This week, we are slanting the paint chips, and I also responded to this prompt, “More than just a place.” Maybe it’s a stretch, but I think it suffices. Also, I did not exclusively use slant rhymes but tried to incorporate a few, whether within lines or at the end of them.
The moon is more than a faraway place,
She among the stars is like a beacon
In a foggy harbor: a kind face she can
Offer. A muse she can provide, kinder
Than Poe’s raven, making the mind more open.
Her presence gives nourishment; she is rocky
So she understands. Sans wheat fields
She yields soul-food, remembering what’s good.
Sometimes she even sends a moonstone,
Reminding the lonely they’re not the only one.
Here it is, Thursday evening again, so here is my almost-late response to both the paint-chip poetry prompt and this prompt about togetherness. I am responding to these prompts together to make it easier. 🙂 That’s not such a “daring” thing to do, is it? Without further ado, 31 words including one of these paint chips:
Sitting on a park-bench
With you, as nighttime falls,
Watching bunnies come out of
Bushes and tweeting birds retreat —
The sunset comes as we
Relax and breathe — breaths of fresh air.
Only vicariously now, the feeling
Of a little girl in a field, running
Bliss bubbling, hair-ribbon awry,
Happy as the clear and sunny sky.
The wind with her long hair
Is dancing, without a care
In the world, even an unwinding
Braid, unafraid, pure joy finding.
For this week’s paint-chip poetry prompt, Linda is having us choose one of the paint chips below and write a poem of exactly 31 words. The next prompt will be released on Friday morning, and here it is Thursday night, so I guess I’ve been a lazy poet. 🙂 I chose the phrase, “lazy lizard.” This little piece is based on a true story.