Not All That Glitters

icicles,iced over wood,

  Not All That Glitters

the ground sparkles

as if fairies visited

in the night

that glitter is not gold, but ice

you will take a fall

if you do not look closely

 

I wrote this on January 15, 2017, for prompt 169 from #poemtheme on Twitter. This will be my last post for National Poetry Month as I am not feeling well. It’s been a tough week but I have prevailed and life goes on.

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Frosted Poetry

tiny icicles,frost,winter,hard grost,iced over,

  Frost

the old man tells us stories

man tells us stories

stories

of when he was

a boy

before the white

stuck

to his face like

hoar frost

 

 

I wrote this for a #ShapePoetry prompt on January 15, 2017. The poem’s shape is supposed to remind you of the tiny white frost that sticks up like spikes.

 

Free Verse for National Poetry Month

fescue,mist,morning sun,sunrise,fog,sunup,

  Free

chains rattled

at her feet

the captive

stepped forward

a dungeon

is no place

for warriors

 

I wrote this for a prompt from #FieryVerse on January 6, 2017. If you are on Twitter, follow me to see these the same day that I write them. Don’t forget, while it’s easier to like and share on Twitter, you can like and share my blog posts as well.

Nice Senryu

everyone wants an
honest answer from us
as long as it’s nice


So this is not really haiku, and I almost erased it except that people on Twitter liked it so much. This may be senryu, but I think it’s a stretch. Read the definition for senryu on my What is Haiku? page and tell me what you think in the comments on this post.

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The Glow of Tomorrow

sun rise, the sun, early morning

The Glow of Tomorrow

 

I see it over the top of the hill

The glowing orb of promise

Trying desperately to get to it

I’ve slipped and fallen

The urgency of getting away from today

Snaps at me like a bullwhip

So I dig my fingers into the flesh of the earth

Ripping up grass in my hurry

To catch the glow that promises

A fresh start, a new day

The depressing rain has softened the earth

Making my path muddy and slippery

Standing in what remains of this day

Cannot be done, my legs are too weak

So I crawl, pulling myself through the mud

I have to move, leave this place

Catching up with the sun

Finding tomorrow

and the strength it holds

Is my only hope

If I dwell on the shadows of today

I’ll never rise again

I am so thankful for every new day that I am given. I try very hard to be thankful for what I have in the moment and not dwell on what went wrong yesterday.

Bare Poetry

tree in winter,trees with no leaves,diciduous trees,

Bare Trees

Bare trees
broken down with nothing to hide.
They’re not dancing in a mascaraed ball
trying to impress a suitor.
They just are.
With arms lifted they shout
here I am.
They aren’t trying to hide anything.
They are so transparent
you can see houses through them.
They don’t bend their branches
to try to hide their roots.
They stand naked before you
and dare you to judge them
tangled birds’ nests and all.
They are stoic
as winter winds beat against them.
If only people
could be as honest and open
as the trees.

 

I thought you guys might need a break from the mommy poetry so I decided to share this today. I will get back in town tomorrow, but I will not have time to respond to any comments until this weekend.

Knights on horseback are as mythical as dragons.

red and white clydesdale horse,foal,grants farm,

Clearing a Path

someone rescue me she cries
but she cries it quietly
because it is a call to herself
knights on horseback
are as mythical as dragons
she will take up her sword
she will drag a shield and bear
a dented helmet on her head
because no man will save her
the cartoons and storybooks
that filled her childhood were lies
woven by some witch eons past
trolls may be real but there are
no gentlemen on steeds
No warrior will come to clear a path
if a path is to be made
she will have to do it herself
so hand her a machete
and stand to the side
the day wears on and
she has cities to conquer
July 18, 2015

I am sharing some of my long form poetry while I am out of town. Enjoy. Leave me a comment and I’ll respond this weekend.

 

Flowing Like Lava

water tower in the midwest,midwestern sky,evening in the midwest,
Darkness Wants Me

The darkness wants me
It whispers like a fire
Crackling and cackling
Flowing like lava
But it is darkness
And a single flame
Pushes it back

This was inspired by an #ntitle writing prompt on Twitter.

This Morning I Found Horns

rays of the sun,sunbeams,sun rays,rising sun,sunrise,
 

Becoming the Dragon
I exfoliated
I bought the best lotion
but the scaly patches
did not leave my soft back
yesterday I coughed smoke
this morning I found horns
my body found defense
I am growing stronger

 
 
This was written for a FieryVerse prompt. I did not put it in the Dark Poems category because it is a poem about hope. It is about finding your strength and accepting it in whatever forms it comes in.

Mars’ Dust

evening sky, sun setting,

Mar’s Dust

I was told
that I’d like Venus
I’d find common ground there
But not all girls
Can breathe that air
I’ve got Mars’ dust
On my shoulder

 
 
So I still have quite a bit of small stones poetry to share with you. I hope you are enjoying these. When I have shared all of these I think I will share my cinquain with you. This was written for #Ntitle prompt 381.
This is my 800th post. I have been blogging here for 4 years as of August 11th, 2015.

Count the Beats

vintage image,anatomy of the heart,picture of a real heart,

Graphic from Graphics Fairy

Count the Beats
everyone counts the beats
of their heart
they forget to pay attention
to the beats of their soul
they monitor their blood pressure
and let their soul ties
come undone

 
 
This short poem was inspired by an orjay prompt on Twitter.
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My first small stone poem of 2015.

evening clouds,

Folding

I folded my feelings
and tucked them away
with the summer clothes
you don’t need storms
you prefer a quiet cabin
in which to plan our life

 
 
We are now into the small stone poetry that I began writing in 2015. Everything I have been sharing in the last 2 months was written in 2014. This one is from early in January, it was written for a Written River prompt and was first posted on Twitter to that hashtag.
 
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