Written for: Poets United Midweek Motif~Blessings
Blessing is a gift of bliss, affirmation, hope and inspiration bestowed upon a person.
“The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else’s cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God – if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your language. But be a blessing to somebody. That’s what I think.”— Maya Angelou
Out of work, and now homeless.
He is in shock. In his habit of helping
destitute folks, he never imagined
he would be on the needy end,
curb sitting, clutching a hand-
painted sign. He eyes a Brooks Brothers
suit coming his way. Say, something
seems familiar about this guy.
The suit speaks. You do not know me?
He chuckles. I was you, sitting
on a curb with a similar sign.
You were always kind to me. Now,
it is my turn. I had some luck–
came into some money. Cleaned
myself up, and found a decent
job. Let me help you. Homeless man looks
at him, remembers. Tears roll down
his face. How easy it is to trade
Written for Poetic Asides #364 – Write a “let the good times roll” poem.
“I’ll allow each poet to put the emPHAsis where they wish in that phrase. Focus on the “good times” or play around with the concept of “rolling.” However you roll, I’m cool with it.”
Come on in to Good Times Roll.
If there is a roll you have a hankering
for, we will have that one and more.
Kaiser, onion, dinner, pumpernickel,
or rye, poppyseed, sesame, or seedless.
Why, you name a size–large, small,
mini, or hero for those with big
eyes–we aim to satisfy every customer,
except for wise guys asking
for jelly rolls, Tootsie Rolls,
Swiss Rolls, or rock ‘n roll. Try
another shop. We are all about
bread at Good Times Roll. Stop in,
ask for Pop.
Written for: Carpe Diem #1029, “Felt With The Heart”
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.”~Hellen Keller
how do you feel joy?
stand outdoors alone in breeze
feel your heartbeat sing © Sara McNulty
Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: The Sky IS The Limit
(posted by HAYESSPENCER)
Write about the day sky from dawn to dusk and any time in between.
“Only from the heart can you touch the sky” ~Rumi
In late afternoon light,
sky is richer in blue pigment
than at any other time of day.
Narrow threaded clouds float
along in shapes of sharks or gliding
ships. I peek through feathered
branches of a hinoki tree. They appear
as if painted on surface of sky.
Older in years
splendor of nature deepens
Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, “Not What We Came To See”
– micro poetry
Today is the day we put the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and return to the option of form poetry. The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but you may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence). You may choose your own form or stick to free verse, if preferred.
The Projectionist’s Nightmare
This is the projectionist’s nightmare:
A bird finds its way into the cinema,
Finds the beam, flies down it,
smashes into a screen depicting a garden,
a sunset and two people being nice to each other.
Real blood, intestines, slither down
the likeness of a tree.
“This is no good,” screams the audience,
“This is not what we came to see.”
Shame soured the land,
turning smiles to sorrows.
Widespread enervation enveloped
citizens resulting in closed
theaters, restaurants, shops.
Fun was on holiday. All they
could do was wait.
© Sara McNulty
Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #262
Words: boot, trim, mist, spin, lift, cringe, print, live, chip, tick, stem, moon
Clocked ticked midnight.
Moon chipped away at fog
and mist, spinning
a glow like a live
light show. As cringing
veil vanished, prints
of stars tattooed sky
silver. Lovers lifted
long-stemmed glasses trimmed
in gold. Booted fishermen
gazed at nature spilling
a path home. Oblivious
to wonder, clock ticked on.
Written for: Carpe Diem #1028, Sadness
Sadness wells up
body is consumed by blue
waiting for sun break
© Sara McNulty
Written for: Carpe Diem #1027, Movement
“I introduced “undou” (movement) to you as a “new” haiku writing technique and from one of those posts I have extracted the following quote:
“Haiku is the poetry of nature and nature is always in motion. Seasons come and go, the moon changes every 28 days and so on, the only thing which is steady and without clear motion is our sun, that big star of our Milky Way around which the planets are rotating.”
~Chèvrefeuille, your host
Here is an example of what I call an “undou” haiku:
frog jumps in
sound of water
© Basho (1644-1694) (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)
Here is my attempt:
spins and weaves
back and forth, he moves unseen
Written for: Carpe Diem #1026, Smile
“Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love”
genuine joy on face
ever beguiling ©Sara McNulty