Category Archives: Poem

Dreamscape: For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 633

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Me, at age 2, journeying into inner spaces.

Dreamscape

Unravel realms of slumber and try to bring on home
A beacon cast by memory. That fresh-turned scent of loam.
The dazzling icy glitter of icicles that drip
with hypnotic regularity as warm air takes its sip.
Memories of a lifetime, bittersweet at best,
yearning over losses and missing childhood’s zest.
We move our eyes in slumber over a different view
on the screen of nostalgia, which we seek to imbue
with not only reality but also with our hope
that we can remember with a wider scope
creating a new story, satisfyingly surreal
where a lifetime of memories can gather and congeal
to form another story in which we hope to  heal.

 

 

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 633 the prompt words are: dazzling icy home realm slumber yearning bittersweet beacon cast unravel eyes try
Image of tractor and plowed field by Roberto Bernard. Other photos by me.

Under the Snow Moon: For dVerse Poets

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Under the Snow Moon

Moon of Snow. Moon of Sand.
Under a bleached white moon I stand.
Starless night, all alone.
Cold as ice. Cold as bone.

Here the sandcrabs burrow deep,
where no predators can creep.
All these memories I keep.
Turn out lights. Go to sleep.

The dVerse Poets quadrille prompt is snow. My favorite way to create a quadrille is to find a longer poem I have written and to trim it down. Go HERE to see how others responded.

Evolution or Devolution? For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 632

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I moved the ammonite fossil from the wall ledge to the ground, where it was safer from nudgings by cats,

Evolution or Devolution?

Their footsteps  form a timepiece pressed into the rock:
portraits of a planet learning how to walk.
Bent on following a plan well out of their control,
instincts prodding them to race to fulfill their role.

Each tiny part of nature bound to do its part,
facing threats against the evolution of the heart.
What part of mankind’s journey waits around the bend?
Will our progress finally bring about our end?

 

For Sunday Whirl Wordle 632 the prompt words are: control rock portrait timepiece bent plan threats instinct race part footsteps planet

Payback Rhythms: For Weekend Writing Prompt

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Payback Rhythms

The rhythm of the world as it tears us all asunder:

 hurricane and fire, rain and wind and thunder.

Landslides, ashes, ruins waterlogged and crumbled—

all advances of mankind finally have tumbled.

Listen to the beating of the fist of fate.
Agamemnon’s coming. We haven’t long to wait.
Everything we do is done right back to us.

This scientific fact is not so nebulous.

This is an Extract from an earlier poem, rewritten to meet the rules of:  Weekend Writing Prompt: Rhythm

“Misanthrope” For MLMM Wordle 350

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Misanthrope

With no pretense of happiness, I trudge the trail of life,
trying to avoid the echo of its strife.
Why am I so tired, why happiness so short?
Why this endless trial in an unsympathetic court?
Although it takes a village to raise a happy child,
it takes just one cruel parent to create one who is wild.
When others share tales of success, I make no reply.
The sound of others’ laughter prompts in me a sigh.
For me no loving warm embrace. Never have I been kissed,
for the world’s camaraderie is something that I’ve missed.

 

For Di’s Wordle 350 the prompt words are: tale, echo, tire, trial, court, short, why, reply, village, success, pretense, happiness.

Rash Acts, For Wordle 630

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Rash Acts
Ashes from the burning house go swirling ’round the fire,
casting their debris and licking ever higher.
Corridors of smoke sent upwards in the air
starting in the living room and swirling up the stair.
The cat jumps from the window, dogs barrel out the door.
The man runs out with boxes in his arms. Goes in for more.
His wife pleads with him not to go, fashions a refrain
that she repeats in hopes she’ll be able to restrain
his further trips into the house, facing smoke and flame
knowing not the secret gift that he’s gone to reclaim.
His final trip completed, he’s safe from further harms,
as he rushes out to place their wedding photos in her arms.

This one is sorta corny, but the prompt words made me do it!!

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 630  the prompt words are: fire arm fashion cat corridor debris gift secrets box flame ashes refrain.  Image by Jen Theodore on Unsplash.

Night and Day, For Wordle 629

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Night and Day

What sleights of hand our bored gods play,
meandering at end of day,
tricking out our daylight world
with creeping shadows  they’ve unfurled,
plunging us in darkness that
sends in the dog but draws the cat
out to wander hill and hollow
where no human dares to follow.
The timorous mouse must then give pause
lest it fall victim to its claws.

Beam of moon that lights the way
poor substitute for light of day.
The ship of night must trim its sail
lest it lists within the gale
that joins the dark to forge the din
that further serves to box us in.
Odd nature, thus, a puzzle makes.
With one hand gives, the other takes.
Mere mortal quakes within his bed,
prays for calm daylight in its stead.

plunge meandering shadow odd trim box gods tricks plunge beam lists hollow are the words for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 629

Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt: Clown

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Here is the lithograph I based my poem on:

Pablo Picasso

And here is my poem:

On Picasso’s Imaginary Self-Portrait

Is it conceit or self-knowledge
that makes you paint yourself
in the ruffed collar
of Shakespeare
or a clown?

Satyr, young at heart,
your merry countenance
masks darker moods and behaviors,
the bright pigments
hiding a more somber undercoat.

Picasso,
your children
and your mistresses
might paint you as master:
stern, egotistical,
but always with the backlit inspiration
of genius.
Yet, old goat,
you paint yourself a clown.

For Linda’s SoCS prompt “clown”.

Kindergarten Romeo. (For dVerse Poets “Holy Guacamole!”)

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Kindergarten Romeo

A bunch of  yellow dandelions
squeezed tight in your fist,
your face all raw emotion,
red faced, you held them out to me,
the ripe odor of little boy
surrounding you like a cloud.

The dVerse poets prompt is to write a poem (probably about guacamole, maybe?) using a mixture of at least four of the following key words: avocado,  bunch, chop, cilantro, coriander, cumin, finely, fork, jalapeño, kosher, lime, mash, onion, pepper, raw, red, ripe, salt, seeds, serrano, shell, smoky, spice, squeeze, tomato, white, yellow. Everything else is up to you! (The words I chose were: bunch  ripe red squeeze  yellow.)  Ha! No Guacamole.

To read other Guacamole poems, go HERE. Image by Anthony Vela on Unsplash

Wallpaper

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Here is my poem in answer to K.F. Hartless’s prompt
to write 50 words or less in response to this image.
Sorry, K.F.  but I cheated and went 11 words over.