Golden Hairs (a dodoitsu)

Written for:  Carpe Diem Special #164 Lolly’s 6th “another anchor thread”
Write a poem based on:

sifting through
the personal effects
of a spider’s web
an autumn wind loosens
another anchor thread

© Laura Williams (a.k.a. Lolly)

frail crystalline beauty at sunrise
hidden between bare branches
a blue butterfly struggles for life
spider waits patiently

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Dog’s golden hair blows through yard
Dangles, tangled on swing top
This causes great confusion
to a spider seeking web

© Sara McNulty

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Plum Flowers

Written for:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #97
Tan Renga is a short chained poem which has two stanza written by two poets. The goal of the Tan Renga Challenge is to write/compose the second stanza of two lines with approximately 7-7 syllables per line towards a given first stanza.
This week however I love to challenge you a little bit more. Instead of giving you the first stanza I will give you the second (two-lined) stanza and you have to write the first (three lined) stanza or hokku of this Tan Renga.

plum fllowers


in the twilight
as stars twinkle bright and clear
Honeysuckle perfume                                         (Chèvrefeuille)

where the waters flow afar
the village glows with sweet plum flowers       (Shohaku)

Perfume drifts in air
under a tree, heady scent
follow the vapors                                                (Sara McNulty)

where the waters flow afar
the village glows with sweet plum flowers      (Shohaku)

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Retirement Wars

Written for:  Phoenix Rising, “A War of Words”
Today, we go to war. Pit two objects against each other and let them fight it out. You’ve heard of STAR WARS, COLA WARS, WAR OF THE ROSES, ROBOT WARS… Write your verbal battle with the title, ____________ WARS. Be creative and nobody will get hurt!

Come to sunny Florida,
you can be outdoors each day,
except, of course, in hurricanes
or when mosquitos whisk you away.

Arizona is the place to be,
our climate is always dry.
Of course our summer heat is scorching,
and a cactus could poke out your eye.

We have the pools
and political fools
We have the painted desert
We have key lime pie for dessert.

Wherever you decide to retire
No doubt, you will likely perspire.

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Smart Aleck

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #214

words:  chirping, worm, amber, rot, secret, here, foster, easy, me, deal, speak, stop

Pair of chirping finches–
singing amber jewels–here
in the maple, there
in the fountain, fostering
easy play. Family of worms
living nearby, hoping
to put a stop to their
decreasing numbers struck
a deal with the friendly
finches, who promised
not to seek them out
as a food source. Deal remained
a secret, never spoken of to
other inhabitants of the yard.

What rot, thought the frog,
listening in. No one tells
me who I can eat. Alas,
before he could carry out
his dastardly deed, he was
gobbled up and swallowed
by an unscrupulous snake.
Unaware, the finches continued
chirping, and the worms inched
along in sync.

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Artist at Work

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
So today want to do ekphrastic poetry. Ekphrasis comes from Greek and means to use a description of art (your poem) as a rhetorical or imaginative description.

Artist in his Studio by Rembrandt

Artist in his Studio by Rembrandt

Oh no,no, no. This is not
right. Something wrong looms
right in front of me.
What is it? Too pale,
too vivid? Ah, I have found
my answer. The subject
needs to be much shorter.

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My Father’s Voice

Written for:  Carpe Diem Modern Times Haiku #3 – Jerry Kilbride
Write a poem in the same tone, sense, and spirit as one of those below:

still in the taste
of afternoon tea . . .
my grandmother’s brogue

the cool surface
of each potato planted –
dark of the moon

the old soldier’s fingers
tighten on his crutch

the wheelchair child
reaches for bubbles
she just blew

© Jerry Kilbride (1930-2005)

New words in vogue
my father’s voice fills my head
with words he’d make up

© Sara McNulty

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Brain Bouquets

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~”The Joy of Poetry”
Why do we write poems? What do we love about writing them? What keeps us writing? What do we hope for, when we pen our poems?

Our challenge: to write about poetry, any facet of it that appeals to your imagination.

Power of words–
in image, in color,
in laughter, in sorrow.
Poets express what they see
in their minds, hearts,
imaginations. Do the words
touch a nerve, bring a tear,
cause laughter? Maybe poetry
makes you think about how
many varied ways an idea
can be presented. A poet’s
joy is not only in writing,
but in knowing that someone
else can find a common thread
in the weave of your work.

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A Dodoitsu

Written for:  Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #58 Dodoitsu
Dodoitsu is a form of Japanese poetry developed towards the end of the Edo Period. Often concerning love or work, and usually comical, Dodoitsu poems consist of four lines with the syllabic structure 7-7-7-5 and no rhyme or metre.

one night I searched for a star
what I found was a full moon
now my every day is
full of shooting stars

© Ben Gieske (2012)

her shadow on the white wall
her nude silhouette arouses me
I smell her fragile perfume
Honeysuckle blooms

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Moonlight emboldened young man
placed arm around her shoulders
drew her head toward him for kiss
shame, she was a he.

© Sara McNulty

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Written for:  Poetic Asides #320 – Write a gripe poem.
Do you have a gripe with someone or something? Write about it. Maybe it’s a personal gripe. Maybe it’s a general situational gripe–like people who litter or don’t know how to handle a left-hand turn when driving. Some gripes may be justified; others may not. Let them out with this prompt.

Inconsiderate–you there,
in your car. Wake up!
Traffic light turns green.
Well, hell, everyone else
can just wait. Late?
Too bad. You have an urgent
text to send right now.
Your hand grips cell phone;
your eyes focus downward.
BEEP! A sudden blast of horn
jolts you awake. Irony is:
you are annoyed. No one
in authority is about. Shouts
of others will not reach
their ears. Fear of surrounding
motorists: You will remain
inconsiderate in your own
selfish world until you or
someone else is hurled out
of the car by an accident
you have caused.

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Decaying Neighborhoods

Written for:  Margo Roby’s Poem Tryouts:  Image Prompt, Bricks and Mortar


Urban blight, the site
of crumbling
bricks, green mold.
No money left to finish
urban renewal.

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