Written for:  The Twiglets #21, something soupish

His spoon stood straight up
in a sea green bowl.

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Air Travel

Written for:  Poetic Asides April 2017 Challenge – Day 25
Write a love and/or anti-love poem.

Security and weather worries,
oh no, not a computer glitch.
Can’t they turn a switch or knob
to get us on our way?
All fights are cancelled.
Say it ain’t so.
No where to go.
Hotel rooms
are filled
time I’ll
take a train,
and stay on ground–
feels sounder than air.
Dare to look out window,
at landscapes more solid than
clouds floating by. Might book sleeper,
cheaper than plane fare. Hope tracks don’t freeze.

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Andromeda Flowers

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1195 (theme Week 1) – Andromeda Flowers
Andromeda Flowers

sweet perfume
arouses my senses
Andromeda flowers
a waterfall of flowers and color
making love this spring night

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

white bells in April
cascading fragrant blooms
bare bush in May

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Written for:  Carpe Diem Universal Jane #15, birdcage
Creating a work in Jane’s words:  “Picture this. A woman is standing at an open window. Just staring into space, a bit unfocused, lost in a world of thoughts and ideas. Suddenly a small, brown bird alights on the window sill. She knows she should carry the bird out the door and let it go but before she does, she has to do one more thing.
She builds a cage out of words. A cage she can share with others. The work on the cage goes on for days, maybe it is even years until the cage comes under the eyes of another person. In that moment, when the cage of words enters another’s mind, it begins to expand. It breaks up into thought – images created by the reader. Through the maze, and amazement of the reader, two cupped hands come forth.
The woman relaxes and lets the bird go”.

clouds of fog
quickly doing their best to show
one hundred scenes

Matsuo Basho

Here is my attempt:

stepping out of doors
cold wind bends trees, rattles chimes
a chill steals up my arm

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Still Life of Water

Written for:  dVerse Poets:  Quadrille #31  (Posted by Grace)


Posted on 23/10/2013 by Quotes Pics in 960×716, Quotes Pictures, Ram Dass

She sat by still waters
dreaming watercolor scenes
of different ages in her life.
A what-if game. Memories
rippled through her mind.
Sensations bubbled up
in her heart. Songs
of past times came
and went, soaking her brain.
Constant was a still of water.

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Written for: Poetic Asides April 2017 Challenge – Day 24
Write a faith poem.  For some people, faith means religion. For others, faith means trusting in science and mathematics. Still others, think George Michael’s “Faith” just as some immediately conjure up Faith Hill. Regardless of where you put your faith (or don’t), today’s poem gives you an opportunity to express yourself….

ever faithful
through joyous times or troubles
loyal companion, dog

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Written for:  Carpe Diem #1194 Cherry Blossom (Sakura)


My Sakura 2013 (photo © Chèvrefeuille)

from among the peach trees
blooming everywhere,
the first cherry blossoms.

a lovely spring night
suddenly vanished while we
viewed cherry blossoms

from every direction
cherry blossom petals blow
into Lake Biwa

from all these trees –
in salads, soups, everywhere –
cherry blossoms fall

© Basho

Here is my attempt:

pink bubbles bobbing
their reflection in water
cherry blossoms dance

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The Nest

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #296

Words:  key, hollow, split, thrum, court, lethal, glass, fight, strip, deck, stay, row

Thought it was hollow,
by the split on its
trunk. Heard a thrum.
My glass fell out of
my hand and struck
the side of the deck
peeling off a strip of wood.
There was a nest
of yellow jackets,
and they were angry,
and lethal. Rather than
stay and fight them–
a row they were certain
to win–I fled into
the courtyard, grabbed
my key, and ducked
into my house.

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Last Guy On Earth

Written for:  Poetic Asides April 2017 Challenge – Day 23
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Last Starfighter,” “Last Unicorn,” “Last Day of Summer,” “Last Cookie in the Cookie Jar,” and so on. 

If you were the last guy
on earth, I’d simply sigh, and say,
after your many lies,
how you destroyed my pride, and left
me distraught and bereft,
how can you think your deft or smile
could sway me or beguile
me into reconciling? Hah!

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Thoughts of Color

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee
Mi Young Lee’s philosophy about her painting is, “The style and techniques I utilize in translating my feelings to images have grown from within myself as a result of my emotional response to my work and my life’s experiences. My paintings are a composite of geometric forms, organic shapes, gestures, and texture, combined in a kaleidoscope of color to create an image of harmony, energy and optimism.”

The challenge for today is to write an original poem inspired by this Mi Young Lee painting.

“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.”~ Buddha

Mi Young Lee

Mi Young Lee

Sad blue welcomes
red. Black holes
begin to vanish. Spring
green and Autumn gold
grow bolder. As colder
weather rushes in, ocean’s
blue keep us calm.

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