Written for: Poetics Aside 2018 November PAD Chapbook Challenge – Day 14
.Write a quiet poem. Or . . .
.Write a loud poem
A man who was trying to sleep
was bothered by sounds of Beep! Beep!
A car horn no doubt, then
Woo! Woo! wailing of sirens
He rose and thumbed through vacation brochures on the cheap.
Written for: The Twiglets #102 – “they won’t know”
you have to dial,
record player, vinyl
albums in piles,
typewriter, onion skin
paper you rolled in,
hanging laundry in fresh air–
they won’t know; they won’t care.
they will not know
how to survive in this world.
Two buddies who thought themselves smart
with house empty, mom at the mart
smoked pot, window open
sprayed room, began chokin’
Mom came home, started. Said, ‘phew, must have been quite a fart.’
Written for: Haiku Horizons – “smart”
sting of bee
she stuck her hand in nest
it smarts; she is not
Written for: Poetics Aside 2018 November PAD Chapbook Challenge – Day 12
“For today’s prompt, write a disaster poem. Disasters can be epic and involve earthquakes, fires, and violence. But disasters can also be epic and involve spilling red wine on a white carpet or saying the wrong thing at the wrong moment. Whatever your disaster, have fun poeming today.”
trust those in charge of boat tours
one came home
Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Fussy Little Forms – “Cherita”
(posted by Marian)
Cherita builds on haiku and tanka, and was inspired by the six-word story, which was inspired by Hemingway, so hey, there is a rich history here. You remember Hemingway’s:
For sale, baby shoes, never worn
Cherita is a six-line poem in three stanzas. First stanza is one line, second stanza two lines, third stanza three lines. Line length is up to you. The idea is to write a short story in six lines.
The small auburn dog is overweight,
due to medications that he must take daily.
No one is to blame. One day he decided
to jump from couch seat to top. Determined,
he slid back three times, then was triumphant.
From his new perch, he watches the world go by . . . and barks.
Written for: Sunday Muse #29
if every part
of their bodies
were thickly inked,
would not be
able to penetrate
this might be
a world in which
they could finally
Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #221 – “And I Quote” – Installment #3
Words to live by:
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. ~John Fitzgerald Kennedy
“We are all about words. Happy, sad, funny or absurd, every word is used with aplomb.
But, JFK spoke of words by which to live. Is there a phrase or comment that you might consider words to live by? They do not need to be by anyone famous. Something a parent, teacher, a friend or even a stranger you overhear that had said something so profound that it made you think they could change your very life. We are looking for direction beyond the ends of our noses. Do you suppose you can write this thought? Maybe you will be the one to influence another. Give it your best effort, and we’ll try to live by it.”
“Nobody gets to live life backward.
Look ahead, that is where our
future lies” ~ Ann Landers
If I constantly look
behind me, I will dwell
in the past. There were
times of joy, sadness,
and fright. I try
not to focus on times gone by,
for old joys are gone, along
with sadness, and fright. I wish
to create new memories,
and live them, revel in them
as they happen. See yourself
Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #377
Words: cinch, trunk, trees, snow, chime, sign, fine, sleepy, junk, child, bud, line
Snow does not cover
words or initials
carved into tree trunks.
Yet they blossom sleepy
buds–a sign of forgiveness?
A child may be taught
that there is a fine line
between fun and harm,
good food and junk food.
They may be taught
that it is fortunate
to find people
with whom you chime,
but it is not always
Written for: Poetic Asides 2018 November PAD Chapbook Challenge – Day 11
For today’s prompt, write a forgiveness poem. Earlier this month, I shared an apology poem prompt, but it’s one thing to apologize; it’s something else entirely to forgive someone, whether they’ve apologized or not. That’s the point of this prompt: forgiveness. Write about forgiving. Or write about not forgiving. If you’re stuck, maybe write your forgiveness poem as a response to your apology poem.
Sometimes there is no
not when lies
are constant for no reason,
and remorse not shown.
Written for: Carpe Diem #1537 Decay
Today I have chosen to challenge you with a modern kigo (seasonword) taken from Jane Reichhold’s “A Dictionary Of Haiku”. Autumn … my season, because I love autumn, but autumn is a season full of decay … leaves are falling and nature goes into hibernation. So today’s theme is “decay”. Here are a few haiku by Jane Reichhold taken from her “dictionary”, section: autumn, subsection: moods:
a patch of sunlight
wears out the chairs
recycling old glass
the rocky beach
a howling wind
at the deep ache
a broken bone
© Jane Reichhold
In the above image you can see another kind of decay. An old house taken over by nature, walls are tumbling down, moss grows and wallpaper leaves loose …
And here a new one, freshly created:
colors fading away
© Chèvrefeuille (our host)
Here is my attempt:
ashes and dust
destruction of a city