Love is playfullike autumn’s trees,or da stop-and-go-lights,colorful, ever-changing, dancing in a sudden breeze.Love shimmerslike a squeaky cheese curd and evolves likea Brandy Slush sitting on a January porch,sometimes chilly but always warming.Love is as sweetas a couple-two-three Kringles with fruit filing, smooth and decadent, savored like a short-lived Sconnie summer. I wrote this poem forContinue reading “Sconnie Love”
Category Archives: W3 Prompts
Nature in Reverse
In December, all colors fade to grayTree branches rainbow over river bendsLeafless limbs are blown asunder todayAs whirlpools swirl their mysteries awayTheir ephemeral enchantment now endsIn December, all colors fade to grayMurky storm clouds harden our hearts to clayAs wishes with foggy teardrops will blendLeafless limbs are blown asunder todayThe colors will bleed back inContinue reading “Nature in Reverse”
Mirrored Image
the water’s surface, like a mirror, collects our thoughts and reflects the secrets in our eyes I wrote this poem for the week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly, hosted by David at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. The Poet of the Week and provider of our lovely prompt is Reena. Form: Naani Poem Naani is one of India’s most popularContinue reading “Mirrored Image”
Seasons of Love
lovesoon exhaledlike a sunsetwinterbrings claritynew day’s dawnseekertrust yourselfhold truth withinsunrisedawn’s delightnew love found This poem is in response to this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt. Mich is our Poet of the Week, and here is the prompt she selected: “Write a multiple/chained hay(na)ku on the theme of “love lost and found”. Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form and oneContinue reading “Seasons of Love”
Sledding Joy
Magic surrounds the freshly fallen snow Christmas lights on the deck paint a rainbow its surface smooth with ice that makes us slide we’ll hop on board our sleds and take a ride laughter loud and reddened faces aglow Crush of packed slush against us makes us slow to piles of shrieking children in aContinue reading “Sledding Joy”
Cattail Dreams
Borrow the wind and toss its worries furrow under marshmallow clouds tomorrow daylight moves a mountain stow thoughts under nighttime’s shrouds Ride the wind through the cattails wayside thimbles lost to the blue guide the daydreamer we once knew night’s rich tide enveloping you I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt fromContinue reading “Cattail Dreams”
Cyclical
Listening today under nature’s tapestry I sit quietly to catch autumn’s last whisper voiced in papery red leaves The path underfoot holds their laminous stories left behind until spring when we pull back the pages worn thin by winter’s thick glaze Deer tread the meadows summer’s birdsong now silenced Wild geese preen feathers and prepareContinue reading “Cyclical”
Treble Clef
crisp orange leaf floats like a melody its music reverberating through the silent woods I wrote this septolet for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Here’s the prompt for the week: The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two verses. Both verses deal with the same thoughtContinue reading “Treble Clef”
The lens through which we see the world
the camera reflects the lens through which we see life captured light glistens bright and speckles the soul with sunbeams fractured lens the camera pretends tells only half the story squeezes hope bitter note looking for glory heartened now we are learning how to share love camera’s hope the story behind the lens empathy warmContinue reading “The lens through which we see the world”
Crisp Earth
I cross the field’s crunching cornstalks, brittle limbs whispering in a gentle breeze. The shadows slant across tree branches, narrowing daylight into frangible bits. The packed dirt is crisp underfoot, damp with autumn rains and hardening overnight to cement today’s footsteps in frost-crusted morning light, memorialized in nature’s ephemeral season. This poem is in responseContinue reading “Crisp Earth”
Words and Coffee Writing 