Under the vines marched the gnomestheir donsy formed no aisles or rowsthey picked at a green grapethen frowned at the landscapethey were really expecting a plum rose I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #170. Dennis provided the prompt this week, called “A Donsy of Gnomes”. The details are as follows: YourContinue reading “The Befuddled Donsy”
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Detour
under roads divided by the snow, goslow and take caution with control– noI haven’t seen them in a while, child,but I’ve heard their haunting song, alongthe banks of the massive river,silver slivers of shadows in the fog,smogwears a different face here,feardoesn’t hold its tongue. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #145.Continue reading “Detour”
Encore
spring dances againcomfort in renewalbuds billowingbees hoveringbirds trilling sky shimmeringnature is rebornsolace blooms~gratitude~blooms solacereborn is natureshimmering skytrilling birdshovering beesbillowing budsrenewal in comfortagain, dances spring I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly poetry prompt. This week’s challenge comes from Punam who asks us to do the following: The palindrome poem looked incredibly challenging toContinue reading “Encore”
Our Wide-Open Skies
wide-open skies and patriotic cloudsthe voices echoing through the crowdsa brilliant ember can stoke the hearteven when the landfall tears us apartthe sunset trembling with the soundthe oceans parted and mountains bowedwhen all our words joined in the roundwe took each other’s hands and embarkedon wide-open skies from flaring sun to fertile groundwhenever a weatheredContinue reading “Our Wide-Open Skies”
humility
it starts with the stillness: the hum of tepid breeze billowing in my core. then– rumbling eastward, curing strength in pillowed fists. glimpse lightning’s zigzag grip and sudden flip of tsunami clouds rolling on train whistles and thundering feet. bursts of light capture still frames: the twisting of limbs, the crumbling of earth, the darkeningContinue reading “humility”
Poem: Ways of Seeing
Maybe some sovereign ellipses, bracketing the earth’s brilliance, mounting unlimited power. Maybe Ares’ spear and shield, his rights chariot-ridden through clouds under his father’s thunderbolts. Maybe drops of ice crystals, floating suspended in the sky, whispering back to trace damp earth. Today, I’m participating in David’s W3 prompt over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Today’s promptContinue reading “Poem: Ways of Seeing”
Words and Coffee Writing 