If You Had an Inkling….

If you had an inkling
Of the world beyond the brick wall
That depression presents, 
You would do anything
To find a way to experience it, 
Even
Live.

If you had an inkling
That even in the pouring rain
You could see such green,
You would take your inspiration 
From the hedges and the trees, 
Grow and 
Live. 

For Sadje’s WDYS, this image from Unsplash:

It’s almost Halloween!

My response (at the last minute) for Sadje’s WDYS #157. I just had to write something or other for this picture! This is just silly and festive. 🙂


Pumpkin-spice latte:*
Without it I’ll play some tricks
Til I get my treat
 
* I’m more of a cold-brew person

And here’s a shadorma:

Mischievous
Little munchkins come,
Munching on
Candy corn,
Dressed as witches, ghosts galore —
Jack-o-lanterns glow

Moments of Awe

For Sadje’s WDYS prompt this week: Image credit; Robert Lukeman @ Unsplash
Also for today’s SoCS about silent letters.
It has been tough for me to write anything that is good enough lately. 

See and rejoice:
Verdant valley’s sunrise,
Such scenes’ breathtaking beauty — choice
To be thankful,
Give voice

The Nest

This is a cinquain, but I decided to do 3-5-7-9-3 syllables. For Sadje’s WDYS. Maybe this isn’t very good, but it’s Sunday evening, so time’s a-ticking.


happy nest
for cute little birds
quadruplets wait to be born
hopeful little eggs with a cute house —
come on, Spring

Helping Hand

When I saw Sadje’s WDYS picture for this week, I immediately thought of this meme (this is just the template):

Meme Generator - High fiving drowning person - Newfa Stuff

It took me longer to come up with anything to write for it. By that I mean that I had nothing until this morning. My poem doubles as a late response to SoCS: Key. It is “Stream-of-Consciousness Sunday” this time. 🙂 This was supposed to be a rondeau, but after the first 2 lines I realized the rhyme scheme was wrong, and with SoC you can’t edit, so… voilà.


No way to swim alone, you see
For life ahead, help is the key.
Drowning in the ocean, he pleads
But silently, for no one hears,
A helping hand is what he needs
But he is left with only fears.
We’ll drown if we’re alone, you see
For life ahead, hope is the key.

A Letter, Written

I wrote a letter that I'll never send,
I wrote some music that I'll never play:
Some souvenirs from when the world upend
-Ed; here I am still wishing you would stay.
These words and music, writing -- how I pray
To exorcize the ghosts that cause me grief,
A loss expected, unexpected thief. 

For Sadje’s WDYS prompt from this week (image below). 

Adventures

All week I’ve had a vague idea of what I wanted to write in response to FFFC #173 and WDYS #138, and this morning I wrote this cherita for it. This is based on reality. 🙂 As a kid I would go camping once a year or so, but it wasn’t my favorite vacation, especially since I hated nighttime.


She likes the great outdoors, but camping

Isn’t her thing; and, unable to swim well,
She feels a bit sick and nervous in small boats.

If she must be dragged camping, she might
Go hiking, but she prefers to find adventures
Within pages, of the novels she escapes in.

The Way Ahead

This poem was inspired by the images for these 2 prompts: MLMM’s Photo Challenge #417 and Sadje’s WDYS #137. I wrote it, a curtal sonnet, a few days ago and was not entirely happy with it so almost forgot to post it before the next WDYS is released!


The way ahead could be vast as the sky,
Its limits only bound by my belief --
Yet how closed-off it feels, making me cry,
Unable to find a path to relief.
How much is self-imposed, a needless thief?
Suspending disbelief for but a day
Might help me find a sky that is not gray --
And in those clouds some brand-new shapes are found.
Then on the Earth I'll stand and look around,
And hear a voice point out, "This is the way"--
How sweet the sound!

Photo Credit: Darrell Whiley

Photo Credit: Keith Hardy @ Unsplash