I sit here amongst the broken pencils, crinkled post-its, and abandoned erasers. We live untouched and awkwardly perched, unused and possibly forgotten. My jaw is disjointed and my alignment botched, my blue paint graying in this dusty twilit corner. My staples no longer fit, little metal sparkles lodged in edges of our desk drawer home,Continue reading “Discarded”
Tag Archives: #W3prompts
Dusk’s Feathered Patience
Pause here a moment undersunset’s stillness, underthe cover of dusk’s feathered patience.Trace the lingering pinktendrils that pool andwane into faded blueskyline, simmering anothermoment, bathing in the glow of yesterday’s memory, and leaving justan echo of quiet. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #178. This week’s prompt was provided by Jaideep, whoContinue reading “Dusk’s Feathered Patience”
Waterfall Serenity
Sweetness grows where the waterfall flows,beckoning arms of foamy spray,plummeting over rocks in carefree leapand sparkling with sun’s blessing,splashing fierce in bold whirlwind, dancing and twirling to revealburied treasures of rock and debrisor unguarded hopes and dreamsor a mix of both in its watery tempestand then to surface amidst tranquility,churning that dims to bubblesand basksContinue reading “Waterfall Serenity”
Melancholy Music
Youthful hand palms the crank,twisting slowly, eager anticipation.A melody twinkles, softly spiralinglike her dance,all tipped toes and curled arms.Frail, wrinkled hands grip the crank,memories twirling backof moments magniloquent,bolder than life itself,captured in her dance. Ben provided us with a playful prompt this week for the Wea’ve Written Weekly. Below is the background and prompt guidance:Continue reading “Melancholy Music”
After-Shock
She’s nobody’s foolto think she deserved some reprievefrom these headwinds and chaos,the tumultuous dayswhen she was caught up in the storm.Now, she spins circles,finds the air is still loadedwith the damp heaviness that forbodes a second storm. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #165, which was provided this week by BobContinue reading “After-Shock”
The Pinecone’s Story
This bench holds yesterday’s stories, and tomorrow’s unspoken truths.I guard it like a sentry, the protector of the youth. I’ve watched this waterfall splashand splatter every single day; I’ve winked at illegal skateboarders,smiled at children who skip and play. I cast freckled shadows across the groundand let myself dance within the breeze,when I finally landContinue reading “The Pinecone’s Story”
Contentment is a forested path
Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we’ll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night’s sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written WeeklyContinue reading “Contentment is a forested path”
Picnic Mediation
in the shadow of our backyard, family surgedin the shadow of trees, a picnic emergedin the shadow of the playset, children snickeredin the shadow of late afternoon, the daylight glittered in the shadow of the unknown, we exchange glancesin the shadow of smoke, fire dancesin the shadow of fear, hope still catches I wrote thisContinue reading “Picnic Mediation”
Bittersweetness
You ask how I know “who is who”today as we page through countless baby picturesIt’s easy to differentiatethe expressions you three make,your homegrown fixturesBut would I be lying if I saidwhat gives it away is my head,my lash-less eyes and slow gestures I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #143 at theContinue reading “Bittersweetness”
Slip-Slide Time
crossing snowy icewithout worry for the pathsun slip-slides onwardsignatures painted on icedesigns lingering in time I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #141 at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt comes from Suzanne, who asks write a poem with the following criteria: Taking advantage of one of the few years where we’veContinue reading “Slip-Slide Time”
Words and Coffee Writing 