“bright autumn moon”

Written for:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #60, Yozakura

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bright autumn moon
bare branches moving like arms -
the first snow                                         © Yozakura

limbs shiver under white drops

Soon they will be blanketed                      © Sara McNulty

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“the childless woman”

Written for:  Carpe Diem “Sparkling Stars” #13, “to the dolls” by Ransetsu

“the childless woman,
how tender she is
to the dolls!”

© Ransetsu (Tr. Blyth)

She pulls back, afraid

New mother offers baby

Too fragile to hold

   © Sara McNulty

 

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Airplane Agony

Written for:  Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 22

For today’s prompt, write a release poem. Maybe somebody’s being released from prison or a contract. Maybe a person is signing a release form. There’s emotional and physical release. Animals capturing and releasing other animals. Trees releasing leaves in autumn. And so on.

Zoom!
Stomach
plummets, plane
nose dives Oh no.
Swerves her head to look
around; others seem scared.
Turbulence. Can that be all?
Shuts her eyes, thinks of family.
Hears wheels touch tarmac. Breath rushes out.

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North, South, East, West

Written for:  Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 21
Pick a direction, make it the title of your poem, and write that poem.

I’d much rather lefts and rights
than north, south, east, or west
Just base it on the local sights
I’d much rather lefts and rights
Turn left at gym, than right at Dwight’s–
that place where burgers are the best
I’d much rather lefts and rights
than north, south, east, or west.

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Picture of Health

Written for:  Poets United, Midweek Motif~Health
Your challenge: Center a poem on health ~ even if you must begin with disease. 

Look at her. She radiates
well-being. Good bone structure,
agile, weight never changes.
Eyes are bright–smile to match,
even a shiny head of red hair.
So where did you go wrong
in judging her health?
You looked at a wealth of
attributes, and assumed
they added up to a person
of perfect physical wellness.
Were you surprised
that an outward appearance
may be made up of lies
that erode a person
from the inside? You could
not know, no way to tell
that her life is a private hell.

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I’ll Never Be The Age I Am Again

Written for:  Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 20
“I’ll never ______”

Without a true time machine
you cannot physically slip
into past ages. Your memories,
those of family and friends,
your photos, and mementos
are the only recourse
for reliving a time
you think of now, as being
ideal. But was it?
Sometimes we watercolor
our memories, blurring them,
softening their edges.
We fail to see the chips,
nicks, and other imperfections.
You will never be the age
you are again. Stick around
though, life can surprise you
at any age.

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Belated Christmas

Written for:  Creative Bloomings, “Let It Snow?”
Have you SEEN the photos and reports of the Buffalo area? Poor Walt! And who is he thinking of? He’s thinking of you all, as you gather out here in the warm garden to pick up the In-form Poet Wednesday prompt and root out your poetic responses. Well, how about if we use these next few days to simply write poems that will pile up higher than the lake-effect snow, and warm his heart when he finally digs out.

Santa’s workshop is in a tizzy
elves on overtime finish wrapping
all the presents Santa will carry
on this eve of Christmas.

The Claus’s are dressing
in their splendiferous best.
Sleigh has been polished; it gleams,
and the reindeer are anxious to go.

But what is this, Santa says,
the snow is piled up to the roof,
the sleigh bells are frozen,
Rudolph is sneezing; there’s no way out.

In all my years, I have never seen
a Christmas Eve so white.
We will all have to wait a few more days,
so Happy Christmas Eve and good night.

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Shameful

Written for:  Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 19
Write an excuse poem – making excuses, listening to excuses, or maybe
excuse someone from making them.

What a sorry human being,
narrow vision – what’s he seeing
except himself always fleeing
from situations, from people needing
a helping hand–they might be bleeding,
but he walks right by, hears no pleading.
Too afraid his time is fleeting
so on he goes, and keeps repeating
the same behavior, so people read him
as a poor excuse for a human being.

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Roadside Beggar

Written for:  Carpe Diem #607, Roadside Beggar (by Nana Fredua-Agyeman)
Write a poem in the same tone, sense, and spirit.

looking at the sun
for a silver coin -
roadside beggar


© Nana Fredua-Agyeman

Seeking sustenance

Hand-lettered sign held close

Homeless veteran

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Stone Lions

Written for:  Carpe Diem #606, Guardian Angel

Named Patience and Fortitude

Standing guard at library

New York’s stone lions

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