Hi all my virtual friends out there,
The Purple Pen and crew are in the process of moving back to New York.
This might make my comments and postings a bit sparse for a time, but
I will stop in when I can, and NO, I am not changing the name of my blog.
Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Weekend Mini-Challenge,
People and Places (posted by Kim)
In poetry we use imagery to convey moments, emotions, objects, animals, people and places. Sometimes we can convey someone’s personality through place and vice versa – place through our description of a person.
Today’s challenge is to write about a place through a person or a person through a place.
Dark chocolate tables
and cabinets gleam,
white floors shine,
and glass tables smile
at you. Soothing music,
a backdrop to cinnamon-
scented candles in Autumn,
pine and fir in Winter.
Soft sage walls provide
a canvas for copper,
gold, and burnt orange
paintings and vases.
Each item strategically
placed, countertops free
of clutter. When she steps
out her front door, her hair
is smooth, her clothes
and jewelry draped just so.
And you know, she is a
Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #301
Words: season, seep, limb, crack, crimped, blues, breathe, cold, snapped, overlapping, stones, grass
There’s a crimp
in my life.
into my bones.
I want to throw
stones in cold
clear water, watch
them ripple over
laps of waves.
with blues, not
blue grass tunes.
Feel like climbing
limbs of a tree
up to top, where
I can stop moving,
and just observe
without being seen.
Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Of Angels and Monsters:(Imagined by Rommy)
“For today’s prompt I’ve gathered seven pop culture quotes that have to do with angels, monsters or both. Your mission is to pick one and create a poem based on it. Your poem does not have to specifically be about an angel or a monster, but it must have some relation to at least one of these quotes.”
“We all go a little mad sometimes.” – Psycho
Madness does not a monster make
Yet it pays to carry a stake.
Sometimes there is bad madness
so you need tote awareness.
If you meet some people who seems mad,
like the Hatter, Hare, Cheshire cat, and
even the White Rabbit, obsessed with time
you might indulge them; they are never unkind.
Don’t be afraid to let yourself go
control’s overrated, didn’t you know?
Madness does not a monster make
Go ask Alice who’s just eaten some cake.
Written for: dVerse Poets Pub: Form For All – Ottava Rima (posted by Frank)
Ottava rima is an old Italian form consisting of multiple stanzas each of eight lines using iambic meter and having the rhyme pattern abababcc.
The boy who was raised as a single child
thinking the world was his pearl to take
grew to a confident man, with constant smile,
that soon turned into a frown. His insides quaked
upon learning he would have to walk down the aisle.
He would be a father soon–too young, still wild.
After two children, he was restless, roaming.
He strayed from his marriage, whining, bemoaning
a fate he claimed was not his destiny.
He did love his children; there was no doubt,
and saw them on odd weekends after he
sought a separation and promptly moved out.
He lived with his new love, ’til he itched to be free.
He married twice more, then his old friends lost count.
Every so often they do speculate
if he’s conned another to attend him as mate.
Written for: Poetics Aside #394 – Write a repair poem.
I tried to re-pair them. Alas, they had grown in different directions.
Written for: Poets United Midweek Motif~Flowers (posted by Susan)
Flower of Life II, 1925, 1918 by Georgia O’Keeffe
“I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale,
you could not ignore its beauty. ”- Georgia O’Keeffe
Your Challenge: In a new poem, memorialize a significant encounter with a flower or flowers.
Every Georgia O’Keeffe flower is significant to me.
We should still
follow old motto
“flower power”–their fragrance,
a force to unite.
All colors, all shapes
bask in smiles from onlookers
who take time
and admire them
as they are.
Written for: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month 2017 #14 Springtime (Kikaku)
Here is our new “hokku” to work with and create a Tan Renga. This “hokku” is by one of Basho’s students, Kikaku.
Springtime in Edo,
Not a day passes without
A temple bell sold. © Kikaku
or birds trilling like clear bells
in springtime harmonies © Sara McNulty
Written for: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month 2017 #13 bamboo (Jane Reichhold)
waving candlelight into the night
wind © Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)
beckoning stalks of delight
for hungry panda bears © Sara McNulty
Written for: dVerse Poets Pub: Sound Off! – Quadrille #33 (posted by Victoria) – “sound”
There are sounds
no one can hear,
Plunge–your stomach sinking
when you hear bad news.
rapid heart beats when
in love. Bzz, Bzz–your brain
spinning webs when you are nervous.
No one hears your emotions.