Bright Bloom

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #248 – The Result of April Showers
“Write a “flower” poem. It could be a particular flower, a favored bloom. It could be a flowering of a sort, not necessarily plant related. Make the flower your title and water and nurture your poem with your vision in words.

She grew from a seed
planted by two,
into a bloom that lit
up rooms when she
entered. Blue-black
hair, wide wise eyes,
sensuous lips. She
sun-sparkled, silver dust
brushed off on all
the people she charmed–
young and old. But,

petals became damaged,
ravaged by darkness
of the mind. Life
was unkind. She could
not find her way out
of the maze. The bloom
withered; the flower died.

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Closed Chambers

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #404

Words:  walking, soft, song, trials, heart, back, hope, booth, gate, cement, surprise, mercy

Trials of the heart
deserve mercy.
Once a soft song
of hope filled
the chambers, but
strangers left
the gate open
after walking
back 
and forth
on delicate tissue

as if it were made
of cement.
Not surprising, 

she feels the wisest 
way to cope is to close
that ticket booth, no
more stubs of risk
to let her to believe
she is hearing

the truth.

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snap

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1663 Tan Renga Challenge Month May 2019 (10) “Snap of
an Icicle” – by Kim Russell
“Welcome at a new episode in our Tan Renga Challenge Month May 2019. This month I challenge you to create Tan Renga with a given haiku and today I have chosen a haiku by one of our long time members and gifted haiku poetess … Kim M. Russell.”

“As you all know a while ago we started our Quest for a New Masterpiece and the haiku for today is a Masterpiece in my opinion. It’s a haiku that can become an “evergreen”.

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Icicles (image found on pixabay)

muffled and silenced
the snap of an icicle
engulfed by fresh snow                 © Kim Russell

a boot steps on the fresh snow
icicle crunches underfoot             © Sara McNulty

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Frustrated Biker

Written for Sunday Muse #56  (posted by Fireblossom)

you bring out the biker in me

There you go,
off to pee.  So easy
for you, but what
about me?  See any
bathrooms around
during the last
fifty miles?  If I have
to wait much longer,
this helmet will have
a whole new purpose. 
Hurry up!

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Besotted Beginnings

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge,
Oh, the (Poetic) Irony!  (posted by Magaly)
“So, for today’s prompt, I invite you to write a new poem using one (2 or all 3 ) of the following satire-rich cartoons from The New Yorker. Please, let us know which cartoon(s) you chose to craft a poem about.”

New Yorker Cartoons 2

“A few of us are going out after work to pretend it’s not the end of the world, if you want to join us.”

New Yorker Cartoons 1

“Yes, the planet got destroyed, but for a beautiful moment in time we created a lot of value for shareholders.”

New Yorker Cartoons 3

“Remember when we drank coffee with the paper?”

 

I have combined the three cartoons:

We’re starting the planet from scratch.
Pretend the world hasn’t ended,
and a trader was a good catch.
We’re starting the planet from scratch.
We’ll need to brew our own batches
of wine, for use as legal tender.
We’re starting the planet from scratch.
Pretend the world hasn’t ended.

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Beating Feet

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – InForm Poet – Vers Beaucoup (many rhymes)
Each stanza consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:

a-a-a-
a-b-b-
b-c-c-
c-d-d

Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words.

The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.

The poem can be any number of stanzas.

 

My feet beat to the sweet sound
of heat from Max’s sax wailing
in relaxed cafè, away from crowd
of loud chanters playing Santas.

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watching

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1662 Tan Renga Challenge Month May 2019 (9) Watching a Snail
“As I discovered haiku back in the late eighties I hadn’t heard of Basho, but after reading one of the most popular haiku books in Dutch (“Een Jonge Maan”, by J. van Tooren; “A young Moon” by J. van Tooren) I was caught by the beauty of the haiku written by Basho … I read all haiku that are known by him and so I am … influenced by Basho’s way of writing haiku.”

I bow to my master
Matsuo Basho told me the way
to watch a snail                                      © Chèvrefeuille (our host)

note colors on hardened shell
as it moves-leaves sticky trail              © Sara McNulty

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ballerina

Written for:  Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #84 Quest for a new masterpiece “Movement” (Unduo)
“A haiku masterpiece is a haiku that will last forever and will be renown to a lot of people. For example Basho’s “frog pond” haiku is such a masterpiece. That haiku is even known by a lot of non haiku poets, because of it’s beauty and spiritual layer, but also because he brought “movement” in this haiku. Before he created this “frog pond” haiku, the haiku about frogs were about their croaking. So “movement” was a new idea for haiku about frogs.”

Let me give you an example of another haiku in which we see ” movement”:

apple blossom falls
scattered by the late spring breeze
apple blossom falls

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

whirling like a top
colors flashing on the stage
ballerina’s dance

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Growing

Written for:  Wednesday Muse #8 – Garden Spot  (posted by Toni)
“I hope you all are having lovely weather! It is moving into summer and with the thought of summer comes…Gardens! Large ones, small ones, container gardens, gardens on terraces and porches.”

“So get out there, and garden! or write a poem about memories of a garden or gardening, walking in the warm soil of a veggie garden, the smell of roses – anything pertaining to a garden!  BONUS! Share a pic of your garden, even if at this point it is just a few sprouting plants.”

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Garden Goodies

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Marion guards red plant

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Two Perennials

Two perennials standing guard
in our yard with extra protection
by Marion. Our back wall hopes
to have cherry tomatoes, and we
already have basil, oregano, cilantro,
and lavender. Heavy rains produced
quick gains in all our plants.

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Valley Stream Days

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Picnic(s)  (posted by Susan)

A book of verse beneath the bough,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness –
Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!
— Omar Khayyam

“What are your fondest picnic experiences? the funniest? the most unexpected?
Your Challenge: Using sense images, bring a picnic to life in a new poem.”

Never has a picnic
compared, had the flair
of my childhood outings.
Numerous families–in our
building of seventy-two–
packed up hot dogs, hamburgers,
homemade salads, drinks,
desserts, and marshmallows.
We drove out to Valley Stream
Park, and tumbled out of
crowded cars, like clowns
pouring out of a small car.
We used enough picnic
tables for a wedding. Worn,
splintered benches under
shelter of enormous trees,
small grills with dust
of old ashes in the bottom,
for everyone’s use. We all
shared, no one cared if you
stopped at other tables
for a nibble.

We walked across a log
in the middle of the stream,
trying to stay balanced.
Boys were mean; girls ignored
them. There were occasional
fights, inevitable tears,
but mostly fun–ball games,
hide and seek, races. Laughter
echoed through trees. We were
all afraid of bees, so screams
filtered in and out. After a
full day, exhausted, we packed
up the cars for a
 quiet trip home.
Never has a picnic compared
since.

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