Snow Acceleration

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #269 – Snowbound

“Today, I present you with a list of snow-related words. Choose one (or do a flurry of them) and write an Acrostic poem based on that (those) word(s).”

snowy – snowfall – snowflake – snowdrift – snowball – avalanche – snowstorm – snowboard – snow-white – snowbound – snowman – snowshoe – snowmobile – snow-blind – snowcap – snowblower – snow-melt – snow line – blizzard – ski slope – flurry

S oft flurries drifted.
N ot likely to change to a snowfall
O f blizzard proportions, according to
W ord of weather forecasters. Take that as suggestion at
B est. Sure enough snowy conditions snowballed
O ut of predictions into a full-blown snowstorm.
U nder the snowdrifts, snowblowers were
N ot sufficient to clear any paths.
D own it fell into snow-blindness We were snowbound.

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Inner Rhythm Patterns

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #430

Words:  imminent, branches, till, rhythm, single, bring, inner, lick, crack, mince, dawn, light

A single person’s inner
rhythm may bring light-brights
at new dawn licking the skies
in pale mellow-yellows
and pink winks.

If branches have thinned,
they will imminently crack,
and rhythms will be off-key.
Sadness soaks into every
thought, bringing darkness
of night-fright instead
of dawn.

Strengthening is vital
until a cycle ends,
to avoid minced bits
of rhythm that can
no longer form a song.

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Patti Smith

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2019 PAD November Chapbook Challenge – Day 18
“For today’s prompt, write a music poem. Write about your favorite song, band, performer. Or write about your distaste for music. Just mention a tune in passing, or write a poem that responds to a song.”

First time I stood stock still in amazement–
“Jesus died for somebody’s sins but not mine.”
Fierce voice vibrated to my appraisement.

She shocked her audience at the Bottom Line
A waif writing poetry and song, burst
onto the punk rock scene, at a time

when new sounds were needed, new words of verse.
First punk rock album, was Patti’s “Horses.”
I tried to attend all her concerts.

Last time I saw her was a performance
of reading poems, and singing songs.
Both of us 70, still non-conformists.

2019 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 18

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A Hole of Hurt

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2019 PAD November Chapbook Challenge – Day 17
“For today’s prompt, write a health poem. It can be about any sort of health: mental, physical, psychological, emotional, etc. Or the health of your stock portfolio or personal garden. Writing about health class or a health study is fair game too.”

Always in a state of anxiety,
she feared what each minute would bring.
Her answer seemed to be psychiatry,
inside her something seemed to be missing.

To calm her down a pill was prescribed.
At first she felt better, went for walks
communed with nature, notebook at her side.
Effect of pills lessened, so she brought

it to her doctor’s attention–dosage rose.
Bored with friends, she became more and more snide,
found new crowd to hang with, most of whom chose
more dangerous drugs, urged her to try.

Standing at her graveside in the rain
distraught parents, tried to imagine her pain.

2019 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 17

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Cowgirl Noon

Written for:  Sunday Muse #82

Cowgirl-and-Horse-Photos

What a picturesque spot
for a noon day snooze.
My horse agrees. So I let
my curls unfurl, and pull
down the brim of my hat
to keep out sun and heat.
We have ridden long
and hard, Sugar and me.
Soon we will seek something
to eat, and that apple
in my pocket will be
a real treat.

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Free Stuff

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2019 PAD November Chapbook Challenge – Day 16
Write a Free (blank) poem.

A Friday in Costco is like a banquet,
see customers run from counter to counter.
Oh good, some eclairs–how many to get?
Save room for next treat you will encounter.

Pulled pork–heavenly
Packs in box–33.
Mini-meatballs, a time saver
do not have Mom’s flavor.

If you visit Costco, be early,
there’s never parking on a Friday.
This time of year store’s rife with candy.
Eat a light breakfast, wear loose clothes.

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Greyhound Travels

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge
(posted by Bjorn)

“A flashback is a memory that is so strong that it pulls you back in time to another moment, maybe more pleasant than present or more horrific. That means that you stay in the same tense as the rest of your poem (often present tense).
To be able to pull you back you need to add a magic time-turner, a sensation that creates such a vivid memory that you actually have traveled in time.

As you well know flashbacks are something we all experience from time to time. So also question yourself… how did it change your present state of mind? Did it help you make a difficult decision?  Did it make you happier, sadder or angry?”

I see a Greyhound bus
marked, Adirondack Trailways.
Stop and stare. The bus runs
past me, colors streaming
red and white with tiny
fir trees painted on the
outside.

Young and free, I am
on that bus with friends
headed upstate, laughing,
and teasing each other.
A group of guys are renting
a house in Woodstock for
summer. We are a bunch
of girls from Brooklyn,
watching the landscape
change. Houses spaced
far apart, little shops,
and farms. My heart races
thinking of that blonde,
tanned boy I will be with
this weekend.

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Back To The Middle Ages

Written for:  Poetics Aside 2019 PAD November Chapbook Challenge – Day 15
“Write a middle poem.  We’re in the middle of the month, so it’s a worthwhile time to write about being in the middle of things. There are physical and geographical middles, of course, but people also find themselves stuck in the middle of quarrels, lines, and poetry challenges. Some think of the middle as average; others strive to break out.”

Our morals are declining
public corruption’s on the move.
We seem to be colliding
with Middle Ages; we must improve.

Public corruption’s on the move.
There’s urban decay, and the one per cent,
like Middle Ages; we must improve.
Fall of Roman Empire, start of descent.

There’s urban decay and the one per cent.
Feels like an uprising brewing.
Fall of Roman Empire, start of descent.
Watch people begin queuing.

2019 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 15

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The Irish Pooka

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2019 PAD November Chapbook Challenge – Day 14
“Write a myth poem.  Reinterpret a common myth, create a brand new myth, and/or mention a myth in passing. Remember: There are the Edith Hamilton type of myths and the common misconception myths.”

In Ireland the Pooka is feared,
their dress and long wild mane is weird.
Described as resembling little goblins,
yet Harvey was a rabbit, tall and thin.

As shape-shifter, a rabbit might fit
but luminescent gold eyes sound lurid.
In Ireland the Pooka is feared,
their dress and long wild mane is weird.

It is believed Pookas embellish truth,
I fear they are among us now–uncouth.
I would rather believe in Harvey, though;
he’s a grand pal, witty and mellow.
In Ireland the Pooka is feared,
their dress and long wild mane is weird.

2019 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14

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Snow Diamonds

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Winter  (posted by Sumana)
“For this week write a winter poem.”

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”— Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

On a cold sunny day, see the
snow tracks, shoveled paths,
and snowmen doing their best
to hold it together. If a lion
wind has lessened to a softer
lamb, you can go for a walk,
sunglasses on to dim a harsh
sun that can block your sight,
as it dances diamonds
across the snow.

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