was supposed to last
for one winter
but spring never came.
The snow smothered us
under a sunless sky.
This was written for a #FieryVerse prompt on Twitter on January 23, 2017. I need to get back into the poetry circles on Twitter and start looking at these prompts every day. There are amazing prompts on Twitter every day and I would probably find more to write about if I would look them up. It would also help if Twitter would just show me the tweets as they are posted instead of showing me the tweets of those I interacted with last. Don’t you hate that?
Drops of Starfire
My hair is the color
of fire and passion
because I once danced
beneath the night sky
and drops of starfire
fell on my head.
Nothing can put this fire out.
It is a blaze unlike any other
heating me through and through
making me burn bright.
I must learn to wield this light
I cannot disappoint
This poem was inspired by a microprompt, #Madverse No. 316.
The soil in return for her services keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free. -Unknown
Here is a quote to ponder over the weekend.
Beyond the city lights
Beyond fireflies buzzing
Down country roads
Beyond the cloudy sky
Floats what’s left of my sanity
This was written for a prompt, but I wrote it so long ago that I can’t remember which one I wrote it for. It is a small stones poem. Leave me a comment below with your reaction to it.
the day began to blur
blue became pink
as the sky was embarrassed
to admit he was tired
This poem was written for a #WrittenRiver prompt. If you are liking these short poems, I really encourage you to search these hashtags on Twitter. Also, make sure that you follow me on Twitter and follow this blog by email or through a reader.
To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee –
What kind of poetry can you only see in nature?
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights –
When people have put out the Lights
And everything that has an Inn
Closes the shutter and goes in –
How pompous the Wind must feel Noons
Stepping to incorporeal Tunes
Correcting errors of the sky
And clarifying scenery
How mighty the Wind must feel Morns
Encamping on a thousand dawns
Espousing each and spurning all
Then soaring to his Temple Tall –
Once again Emily gives personality to something you never realized could have a personality.
I hope you all are having a lovely week!
Death at a Distance
Rocks falling through the sky
They are ugly up close
But as they fall they are beautiful
As they burn and turn in the night sky
They are a sight to behold
We find death beautiful and over too fast
When it happens in the sky
Here is an early small stone poem of mine. I hope you guys are liking these little diddies. Make sure to press like if you are! If something strikes a chord in you leave me a comment below.
cranes in the city
hope in the sky
Where do you find hope? You can find it in everyday life, if you look with eyes wide open.
the calendar says Fall
but flakes falling outside
say winter is here
What does it look like where you are at? Is the weather acting accordingly?
shy to meet the sky
What new things will you try this Fall or Winter?
Living in the Open
naked trees against the sky
the birds have no where to hide
their nests are bared to the world
like living in a glass house
is this why they fly down south
to hide in the greenery
to love and live in secret
the birds that stayed caw away
they want you to see, no shame
I really do wonder if the leaves falling off of the trees make them realize they have less hiding places.