vibrant and speckled trench lily in the wild burst forth with sweet scent seek attention and flourish confident and merciful This week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt is from Brandon, who asks us to do the following: The tiger lily is my favorite flower, and the tanka is my favorite form, so here we have it!Continue reading “Lilium lancifolium”
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Poem: Moon’s Grudge
teasing through cloud lines slinking over my domain blinking stars from sky and breaking apart sheer blue with audacious orange hue I’m joining in the W3 prompt on Skeptic’s Kaddish today. Today, Punam wrote us a lovely prompt poem, which you can find here. These are today’s guidelines: Write about the moon from the sun’sContinue reading “Poem: Moon’s Grudge”
Poem: Trust
floating forward, strewn over nature’s reckless path, guarding my own heart like so many fragile blooms beaming lilac into love
Poem: Steadfast Friend
open lemon palms clasping secrets in shadow more than just a weed orbiting luscious blossoms cast my gentle color wheel Today’s #TankaTuesday Challenge asks writers to reflect on the theme “useful”. Dandelions may have a bad reputation, but they always remind me of a quiet, dependable friend: returning loyally to familiar places, sharing memories, smilingContinue reading “Poem: Steadfast Friend”
A #TankaTuesday Tanka
above the cloud line capturing wonders through frame earth’s beauty remains within our perceptive gaze and beyond all that we are This poem is for the Colleen’s weekly #TankaTuesday Challenge, brought to us this week from David at Skeptic’s Kaddish. Here was today’s prompt: “This is a photo of David’s father. Please be aware thatContinue reading “A #TankaTuesday Tanka”
Poem: Memory Tree
water plunges home dodging rocks and broken roots cascading ripples presence carved onto tree limbs identity blossoms here
Poem: Winter Night
Hunting Orion’s famed shape through my Pixel’s lens: crystalline stars the perfect opulence of night, pitchy purple shadow sky
Poem: In Need of Vacation
Paradise paces away from my frozen home waves ripple and lap at sea-worn driftwood sculptures sand dunes rise to meet my feet
Poem: 20 Below Zero
Billowed bitter air
puffs from purple lips. Clumsy,
frost-nipped fingertips…