PAD Challenge Day 19

  Loose Thread

 

don’t pull that
leave it be
it is fine

 

pulling on
loose threads will
reveal all

 

and we are
without flaws
stop pulling

 

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So I fell behind and catching up is going to be hard, but I am going to try. After I eat some lunch I will try to post my other poems. Sorry I missed posting a haiku yesterday – I did post a tanka today. Go to the Home page, or the Tanka category to see it.

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PAD Challenge Day 18

moon through the clouds,foggy,seeing the moon through the trees,

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Inner Battle
the temptation to quit is always
there nagging at us, telling us
that we don’t really need to
stop this deadly habit
of over-eating
we don’t need to 
exercise
just give
up

 
 
Today’s prompt was to write about temptation. As you know, I do not like writing exactly what I know everyone else is going to write for a prompt. So I choose not to write about what normally comes to mind when one hears the word “temptation” and instead wrote about the kind of temptation that we give into all too often. Overeating and not exercising. This poem is a nonet. Have you been writing poetry this month?

PAD Challenge Day 9

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   Battle Tested
I
have
won more
battles than
have been fought in France
and without military aid.

 

 

Sometimes I have so much to say and feel like I need to make my posts shorter, and sometimes I really struggle to write a whole post. Leave me your thoughts on long posts, fresh images and this poem in the comments. This poem is a Fibonacci.

PAD Challenge Day 2

I am doing the Poem A Day Challenge and sharing it with you this year. I did it for 4 years, with the last year being 2015. I will make several posts today, as I need to catch up on the first 4 days. Look at the announcements to see what the PAD Challenge is and where I am getting my pictures and prompts.

I was looking through the forms that Robert Lee Brewer has listed on his blog and I found a form for the Fibonacci sequence. I think that is awesome so I may try to write most of my poetry in this form. We will see!

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  Portrait of a Woman
red
hair
fast mouth
short legged 
fighter to the end
but also a seeker of peace
   4-3-18

Dear Poet

Dear Poet,
write ’til your fingers bleed
write ’til your eyes close
’til your mind quiets
let the confusion sort itself
on the page
let anger sorrow and anxiety
fall down and break open
for when everything is out
nothing is in, and then
sleep can take you away

11-30-2017

This poem was inspired by a picture posted on the #dimpleverse hashtag and poetry account on Twitter. 

I didn’t want this to be a dark poem, I wanted it to be about hope. If you found hope in this poem, please leave me a comment below, after all, it is International Blog Delurking Week.

failing at haiku poetry blog photo,blog picture,photograph for blog,

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.

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.