conjure clouds maybe beyond the cerulean anagram above bovine-printed fields fielding secrets in blossom, sometimes in hay harmony ringing in gardens mother gathered herding nature’s game This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly reminded me of puzzles, so they appeared in my poetry. This week’s prompt is from Aishwarya Kannan, and here are her guidelines for theContinue reading “Nature’s Puzzles”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Soil under Shadow
This evening, I’m attempting to write a blitz poem for Wea’ve Written Weekly at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Here is the week’s prompt poem from Murisopsis, and here is the prompt: Write a “blitz” poem that includes something about a mouse or mice. Blitz poems are very repetitive in a way that I don’t find particularly euphonious, butContinue reading “Soil under Shadow”
Loose Teeth
Branches drag water pull trunk taunt from the shoreline to taste the current, form unimagined ripples, yet never sever their roots. Lately, my husband and I have been thinking of ways to help our 3rd grader express his emotions. At school this year, he has had difficulty handling any reprimands from his teacher and eitherContinue reading “Loose Teeth”
What Frost Left Out
The less-taken trail houses weird wonders and wandering questions. The path unfurls without guidance: untraversed, untold, and unpaved. No footprints line the sand, only solitude and tranquility, the tranquility only found in solitude, on tomorrow’s autumn road. “The Road Not Taken” is still a favorite of mine, and why not? Is there an English teacherContinue reading “What Frost Left Out”
Transfiguration
Maybe you can’t carry the moon, capture it like you do so many fading sunsets, place them in your pocket with cloudy bits dryer lint, prod them across your monitor. Maybe moonglow is the broken hourglass you cup with greedy hands, scrambling to capture the grains of sand under Chronos’ unyielding gaze. Or it’s theContinue reading “Transfiguration”
November Dust
Nods of winter’s solitude Obscure forgotten month Vulnerable bare-limbed trees Ethereal toasted leaves Milky tea sky overhead Brown discarded fields Eternal dust of fate Remembrance of oblivion Poor bleak little November. I wrote this acrostic poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly challenge at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Paula Light wrote a lovely October prompt poem entitledContinue reading “November Dust”
Autumn Calling
1 Shuffling feet brush tawny needles across the path, scattering their fragile splayed fingers. 2 Sunlight ripples through emptying branches, forming breezy bridges of shadows. 3 Wind carries songs of harvest, the taste of damp, and the crushing pressure of lost time. 4 Yellow leaves catch on the clasp of your coat, crunch under yourContinue reading “Autumn Calling”
Siren Song
Witches glide through navy skies before an incandescent moon. City lights glisten below, incantations flow, capes waving in wind as an eerie song begins. Children step from stoops, hypnotized eyes, zombified, marching to witch song. I wrote this poem in response to the the weekly W3 prompt at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt poemContinue reading “Siren Song”
Déjà vu
I followed the quilted shadows here to patterns cast by setting suns and glazed with the sweet loss of repetition. I pluck a leaf for luck and trace its pleated edges and rubber stem, looking for its secrets and finding only my own. Autumn is one of my favorite times to take photos in natureContinue reading “Déjà vu”
Tidal Waves
Linger under the diamond willow’s shade carry your cup of coffee in gloved hands play witness to the memories we have made and know we harbor comfort in these sands. Leaves will drift, orange-freckled, in the breeze and waver over graying grass like so to paint the picture of these changing seas the tides, theContinue reading “Tidal Waves”
Words and Coffee Writing 