This was inspired by FOWC: Roar and MLMM’s Sunday writing prompt, Tormented. Honestly, I’m pretty proud of myself for not taking this is a really dark direction! However, I am going to include the original image from MLMM:
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Ocean
Lullaby To Open Eyes
This is a décima for Ronovan’s challenge this week, and I also included the prompt words for his haiku challenge, Ebb and Flow. Also linked to FOWC: Paradox.
So Bad, It’s Good
Yesterday, my friend had a small party, and one of the activities we did was paint along to a Bob Ross painting tutorial. I had heard of him but never tried one of those videos. Anyway, my finished painting inspired this free-verse poem, because it is not very good! I’m rather embarrassed about it (so I am sharing it with the internet 😂). Continue reading
Kinship
I didn’t post anything yesterday, so hopefully today’s offering is decent. This is in response to paint-chip poetry week 45, and I am also sharing it with DVerse OLN.
The Surviving Little Light
This is for the Sunday Muse, and, rebel that I am, I’m writing this on Tuesday. 🙂 I wrote a half-sonnet (thanks to Larry for this idea). Here is the picture for this week’s Muse:
Rising Levels of the Sea of Stress
This was inspired by FOWC: Alleviate and MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Underwater, not to mention the huge amount of stress that, probably, almost everyone is under right now! Continue reading
My Self-Portrait Looks Too Much Like You
Today for DVerse Poetics, Sarah invites us to come and take a selfie. So, this is a self-portrait poem, which I wrote today and which I was and am unsure about sharing but whatever!
I have my father’s eyes.
Blue, which can pass for green
Depending on what I’m wearing —
I have my father’s eyes
In their color, their appearance,
But far from their substance
Because I see beyond the surface:
He is content with the placid sea,
He has fooled himself into thinking
He rules — he drowns reason
In another liquid, functions,
But how well does he think he’s hiding?
He has tried to sweep
It all under the rug — this family keeps
Secrets — don’t tell me I don’t see!
I have my father’s eyes.
Blue — for the sobering insight
Does anyone else sense the tsunami?
Wanting To Stay
This is a décima for Ronovan’s weekly prompt, which uses words from paint-chip poetry #32 (!). The new paint-chip prompt will be released on Friday (tomorrow) morning, so my response is just in time!
Feeling peachy, beautiful day,
Found a sand dollar on the beach,
Under blue sky, as the waves reach
Along the shore, wanting to stay.
This excursion keeps stress at bay;
The salty air is like nectar,
Seaside having lots to offer,
I want the whole enchilada —
Coral under sea, which I saw
Mimicked in my lipstick’s color.
Peter’s Boat
I wasn’t going to post this, but it’s the closest thing I’ve written in the past 2 days that fits the DVerse Poetics prompt about boats, “Come sail….”
What are you doing, Peter,
Walking on water?
What are you doing,
Believing in a miracle?
This is what people say,
Who in the boat would stay.
What are you doing, Peter,
Intimidated by surroundings,
When you could easily
Keep walking,
If you remembered
This endeavor’s beginning?
Aloha!
This quatrain is for Fandango’s two prompts, FOWC: Precious and the Dog Days of August day 1: Trip. It’s silly but definitely describes my mood yesterday, and I would love to go on this vacation again.
Precious memories from a trip to Hawaii:
Beaches and food trucks, a spa day with pie,
An ocean away from daily life in the city —
Feed me some pie and tell me I’m pretty!
All the photos were taken by me last year. In addition to the quiche and pot pie, we also ate peanut-butter-and-chocolate-cream pie. That was a good day! 😀
