innominate

intensify steel volume under roaring echoes memories still cradled there buried in the snowdrifts This week’s prompt for Wea’ve Written Weekly was really intriguing! You can check it out in more detail here, but Denise was our Poet of the Week (selected by yours truly for her beautiful poem “Generation Gap”). She wanted us toContinue reading “innominate”

Sunrise effervescence

bubbles carry dream’s unending halls and unanswered phone calls into reality’s bedroom walls waking those from scenes with eyes that hawk but minds that baulk nothing gained from dreams unnamed maybe my soul’s untamed dreamed up this test by the one who confessed that too much love in my heart brought the cancer to myContinue reading “Sunrise effervescence”

Nature’s Puzzles

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”

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”

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”

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”

Tastes Like Tomorrow

I’m plucking purple numbers from my calendar’s pulse, deep breathing the tangerine lime haze of numb summer days. Cicadas’ shrill sing showers luminous gold and green under a sky growing thick-skinned. I toppled from blurred trees, spread thin pungent scents strained from nature’s sieve and smelled tomorrow nestled in the photo’s muted negative. Muri presentedContinue reading “Tastes Like Tomorrow”

Into the Abyss

This week, I attempted the W3 prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish a bit later than usual! The prompt was to create a Golden Shovel poem using one line from David’s poem, “Straights; or Expanses”. I picked the line “Feathers in wind gusts sucked into abyss”, so you can see where those pieces of his lineContinue reading “Into the Abyss”

New Beginnings

Tap water’s surface with trembling, outstretched hands and dive in. Not yesterday’s blood red sunset, carving fear across the horizon, or reassurance of tomorrows wrapped in fleece comfort, but the moment of inertia, submerging through surface tension, first ripples spiderwebbing, bubbling with life. It’s time for another W3 prompt (Wea’ve Written Weekly) at the Skeptic’sContinue reading “New Beginnings”

Visitors

Bump over ribboned, buckling asphalt, passing driveways scented by pine needles and campfires, waiting for their yearly visitors. Vacant eyes yawn from logs, framed by thin, plaid curtains, and plaqued with dew. Weedy flower beds cuddle welcome signs and hidden keys while kayaks lie in murky hibernation. This week, I wanted to play more withContinue reading “Visitors”