Written for: dVerse Poets Pub, “Unintended Farewells” (posted by Abhra)
Coming to this week’s prompt – here is what I have in mind – I want you to write a poem about the farewell you gave but didn’t mean to – the good-bye you said but hoped that you will meet again at the crossroads.
A girl of eighteen who swore she was grown
A boy on an airbase convinced they should marry.
Left two parents crying, a sister at home.
She knew his problems were weighty to carry.
Away from family, she missed them but tried
to manage a marriage she knew was a lie.
His jealous temper she hoped would recede,
grew worse, but at first, she stayed out of shame.
In hindsight she’s glad she did not impede
relations with family she had to reclaim.
Written for: Poets United Midweek Motif~Picnic
Breakfast in the Open by Carl Larsson, 1919
Summer gathered neighbors for a ride
out to Valley Stream, Long Island
carrying bulging baskets of food,
coolers chunked with ice and canned
sodas. Moms brought salads and tubs
of cut fruit. Dads dared
to cook. We spent our time exploring
the woods, balancing on logs
to cross a stream, and making up
silly stories. Late afternoon
was my favorite time. Marshmallows
tumbled out of bags. We impaled
them on sticks, and roasted over fire.
I liked mine charred. Not as much fun,
after the sun went down, packing up
all our belongings, leftovers, blankets,
and trash. Time to go home.
Written for: Poetics Aside – For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Make (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
How lovely to be a finch of gold
compact for flying, perching on limbs
trilling a song, beautiful and bold.
How lovely to be a finch of gold,
with voice vibrant as a bell’s toll.
I can flutter off on a sudden whim.
How lovely to be a finch of gold
compact for flying, perching on limbs.
Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Play It Again, Toads
Shay’s prompt at Fireblossom Friday: The Art of Gerda Wegener
The New Bathing Suit by Gerda Wegener
my new hat.
room for locks of hair to peek
out. I wonder who
will stop to admire
this ensemble look I’ve put
Strike a pose
with my toes painted
pink on sand.
Written for: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 20th: “night rolled away” by Gillena Cox
night rolled away
the street-sweeper’s broom
deepening dawn sounds © gillena cox
stillness of night skies softened
song of birds and rustling limbs © Sara McNulty
Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday, “too many mind . . .(posted by Hayes Spencer)
In The Last Samurai, the main protagonist of the movie is being taught the Japanese form of fencing. He keeps getting beaten in the spars, can’t get it together. The son of the leader of this group of Samurai tells him and not being proficient with English and unable to verbalize, you are thinking too much. You aren’t concentrated, you are being distracted. Instead he says, too many mind….no mind.
When you try to relax, do you have too many mind? What do you do to relax? Do you really relax or while walking on the beach or biking a scenic trail, are the thoughts of work, soccer schedules, grocery lists, drafts of poems crowding in? Or, do you truly rest and relax?
Heart pumps double-time.
Brain focuses on uneasy
feelings, unpleasant thoughts.
Writing and drawing pitch in
to help with a round or two.
Sometimes I lose; blues color me,
One place washes woes
away–the ocean. Water tumbling
toward me, sand sliding
under my feet, briny scent swirling
in air, and gulls white against a blue sky.
hypnotic flow of ocean–
stand on sand smiling
heartbeat slows, thoughts fade
Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #252
Words: stand, spring, sense, mission, willing, track, lost, itch, gloss, nights, bell, pay
Graces cover of glossy magazine,
model’s brushed face, essence lost.
Belle Of Spring issue in stacks on
newsstands, teeth winking white
in night light. She worked hard
at her mission, itching to be new
face on cover. Watched her weight,
ran track, new dental implants,
hours under hot beams, camera
rolling. Willingness to sacrifice
all other parts of her life
has finally paid off. Alone,
magazine on coffee table, she misses
simple companionship of girlfriends.
She has no one with whom she can share
her good fortune.
Written for: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 19th: “two bubbles” by Murakami Kijo (1865-1938)
the moment two bubbles
are united, they both vanish,
a lotus blooms © Murakami Kijo
color of water changes
bubbles burst, vanish in pink © Sara McNulty
Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – George Carlin-7 dirty words
Incorporate three or more of George Carlin’s dirty words into a new poem, or at least three of these words:
lucid, acid, gravel, rave, lisp, rasp, heel, wile, pent, rant, lope, hoop
shit, fuck, piss, cocksucker, motherfucker, cunt, cock
Shit, she rasped,
if I was lucid
I wouldn’t be
on acid, you dumb
fuck. Don’t rave
about reality to me.
Been there, pissed on it–
not impressed. Not stressed
either. Don’t swallow
my pent up rage, I rant
in my own world, be my own
girl. Not jumpin’ through
hoops for no one, no more.
For sure. I see shades
of colors you never heard
of. You go. You wile away
your days with that idle
heel. Thinks he loves you?
That motherfucker don’t love
no one but himself. You elope,
you’re a dope.
Written for: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 17th: “spring rain”
by Ozaki Hosei
parting on the beach
a boat and an umbrella © Ozaki Hosai (1885-1926)
one for unknown adventures
one for protection, safety