This is for DVerse’s prompt about rain, and it is particularly inspired by Sarah’s words in the prompt post itself, since Sarah asked us, “Give me your rain.”
Give me your rain.
Whether it be dew
Or a downpour,
Whether it be drizzle
Or a deluge,
That I may drink
You — Truth comes first.
Oh, I thirst.
I combined two prompts for this poem, Linda’s paint-chip poetry for the week and also Ronovan’s Décima challenge using “dream.” I hope this is good because I wrote 4 or 5 décimas in the past few days but didn’t feel confident sharing any of them.
Saxophone solo, smooth as dreams,
Piano keys accompany —
Both ebony and ivory —
Talent rare as saffron, it seems.
Courage in a lion heart gleams:
New life imbued into spirit,
Rocking the boat but fine with it,
The boat was sinking anyway.
A living spring will gush today:
Music shall play, songs not tacet.
For MLMM’s prompt “uncontrollable nonsense,” due to this poem’s first line
I am a sunflower.
Because even when the light’s
Not shining I can find it.
Because when the dark encroaches
I can find the closest
Light and to it turn my face.
How could I not?
It’s in my nature, and my name.
This is linked with the Writers’ Pantry and was also partially inspired by First Line Friday, though it is not according to the prompt.
In the morning’s softened light,
Coffee’s rising steam:
As I watch, it dissipates,
Like the briefest dream.
I imbibe the bitter taste
Peaceful in expression,
Would that I could grateful be
For life’s messy sections!
This time is a nightmare part —
Won’t it like a dream depart?
At DVerse, we are writing 5-line Japanese poetic forms. I think this is called a kyoka. This is also inspired by FOWC: Classic.
take a step outside
put your phone in quarantine
enjoy nature’s peace:
watch clouds canoe in the sky
classic, idyllic dreaming
This was inspired by this week’s paint-chip poetry. Linda asks us to write about the key to happiness using at least 4 of the colors’ names.
Orion hunts after sunset,
Rising in his night-sky dwelling:
He tries to find a balm for scars,
And aloe vera doesn’t go too far.
He tries to find fame in a red carpet,
But he is made of other stars.
Around him he sees darkness,
But this is no total eclipse.
He does not know he casts a long
Shadow because he’s already
So close to the light.
This poem is called a Rhupunt, a Welsh form, and I learned about it from the Saturday Mix. I am also sharing it with the Writers’ Pantry.
The morning sun
When day’s begun,
On everyone
Does shine brightly.
The finches sing
On this late spring
Day unfolding —
And yet nightly
Returns the moon,
With face like runes,
And I hope soon
More hope to see.
