Here Lies . . .

Written for:  Poetic Asides April 2017 Challenge – Day 18
Two-For-Tuesday  Write a life and/or death poem.

Here lies Freddy, always up for travel–just not on the Underground.

She climbed life like a mountain, each age brought new heights. She fell off a cliff.

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Hidden in Darkness

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday:  The only thing we have to fear . . .
(posted by hayesspencer)

A nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people. ~ John F. Kennedy

What I would like for us to write about today is fear and how we overcame it, how something frightened us, how something still frightens us. So please, write about something real that actually frightens or frightened you. It can be as simple as the nightmare you had last night or something as complex as phobias – insects, being outside, cats, black cats, dogs, chickens, red cars, the number 13….It can be as simple as walking home in the dark one night and all the night sounds around you. It can be as complex as being afraid someone you love will die. 

Total darkness, in a sudden blackout. My head knows
my husband is sitting next to me, that there are flashlights
and candles in our house at all times. My heart freezes,
and sinks into my stomach. I have no control.

If I cannot see at least a shadow, what might happen? Someone
can grab me, perhaps one of those ghosts that do not exist.
They come to life vividly in my imagination the instant lights go out.

Sun hides in darkness
solar eclipse turns day to night
birds squawk, and take flight

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Sky Silhouette

Written for:  Poetic Asides April 2017 Challenge – Day 17

Today is a special day for so many reasons, but one in the poetic realm is that today is International Haiku Poetry Day. It always falls on April 17, because of National Poetry Month and the 17 syllables in many (though not all) haiku. This year is extra special because the year is ’17 as well.

For today’s prompt, write a dance poem. The poem can be about the process of dancing or just somehow incorporate or reference dancing in the poem. There are so many styles of dance out there and even more occasions for dancing: school dances, daddy-daughter dances, wedding dances, people who dance when they are happy, people who dance when they are sad, people who dance in large groups, and those who dance alone. And, of course, there are so who just won’t dance for anything.

Silhouette on sky
woman in black gown of silk
dancing on the moon

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Heartbeats

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1190 spring wind (supuringu waindo)

cherry blossoms
looking so fragile in the moonlight –
ah! the spring breeze

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

gentle fluttering
sound of scattered petals
tiny blossom heartbeats

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Under Streetlight

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Micro Poetry~Streetlight Rain
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). Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred.  (Imagined by Kerry O’Connor)

American Sentences as a poetic form was Ginsberg’s effort to make American the haiku. If haiku is seventeen syllables going down in Japanese text, he would make American Sentences seventeen syllables going across, linear, like just about everything else in America. In Cosmopolitan Greetings, his 1994 book, he published two and a half pages of these nuggets, some of which had scene-setting preambles.
For example:

Tompkins Square Lower East Side N.Y.

Four skinheads stand in the streetlight rain chatting under an umbrella. (1987)

And:

Rainy night on Union square, full moon. Want more poems? Wait till I’m dead. (August 8, 1990, 3:30 a.m.)

Here is my attempt:

Face lit in streetlight, he rasps, tries to light a cigarette in the rain.

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Explore Yourself

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #295

Words:  sigh, breeze, nail, stone, barrier, trunk, listen, follow, reach, turn, scrape, taste

Taste a summer breeze
in a sigh. Listen. Follow
sound of a tree trunk. Scrape
off scent from all barriers
to joy. Take your turn to see
a reach. Stretch. Hang
your fears on a nail,
and explore colored stones
on a beach. Touch music
in your heart. Become a part
of earth.

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Get Her Out Of Your System

Written for:  Poetic Asides April 2017 Challenge – Day 16

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) System,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Weather System,” “Solar System,” “Writing System,” “Ecological System,” or any number of other takes on systems.

You have a tendency
to dwell in fantasy.
Good times are all you recall.
She lied right to your face,
said she needed her space,
had you wrapped up in her shawl,
while dating other men.
Banish her; live again.
Heed the writing on the wall.

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Left Behind Sisters

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “The Villain Speaks”

For today’s prompt I want you to give a voice to a villain (fictional only please). What makes them so villainous? Do they feel justified in their villainy? Or perhaps, like in the Wicked Witch’s case, is there part of the story we may not have been told?
Please be sure to let us know the name of the villain and the story in which they appear in the process notes.

Born ugly, that’s what we were.
Next to us her beauty radiated,
even when she was dressed
in rags. She wasn’t the step-
sister, we were. Our mother
lived under his roof. Aloof,
he was, not a loving man–
except to her. Purred like a
little kitten, she did,
whenever he was around.
That ball was an escape
for one of us. Of course
we did not want her there,
with her golden hair. She could
have had anyone. Why did she have
to take away our prince. Since then,
things have not gone well
for us. She doesn’t care.
There she is in her castle,
and we are bitter old maids.

The stepsisters of Cinderella,
Anastasia, and Drizella,
by the Brothers Grimm. 

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Telephone Wins

Written for:  Poetic Asides April 2017 Challenge – Day 15
For today’s prompt, write a “one time” poem. This poem could be about a once in a lifetime experience. Or it could be about something a person wants to try just one time (good or bad). Or take it where you will–as always.

You have won a Caribbean cruise.
(there was no way I could lose)
You have been selected for a grant.
(me and every uncle and aunt)
You are our 500th customer, you won a giraffe.
(don’t make me laugh)
Publisher’s Clearing House calling, you won.
(I didn’t enter; I’m stunned)

Once in my life, it would be nice
to get something for nothing.

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Louder

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Get Listed – April Ain’t Fooling edition  (Imagined by Grapeling)

Your word list for the Global / National / Earthbound (though maybe some astronauts are playing, who knows?) Poetry Writing Month 2017 is:

Wait, you believed that ‘short’ business? Then I have a bridge to sell you…

How to play: take at least 3 words (or reasonably variants) from the following compilation, craft into a new poem.

Words:  bridge, con, lie, tomb, scam, gullible, fraud, president, hustler, sucker, mark, prison

Frauds and scams, hustlers and cons
A sucker born to be a mark. How many
gullible people does it take
to make a president? One lie bridged
to the next. Those not in tombs
or prisons need to speak out.
Save the earth!

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