Cigar Ash

Written for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille Night - Ashes to Ashes
(posted by SarahSouthwest)

Our word tonight is “ash”.


An ashtray full
of stale
cigar butts 
in Dad’s car.  Soon
as I climbed in,
my complexion
greened.  Fresh
cigar smoke
was also not
a favorite, but
this was far worse.
He is gone now,
and how i wish
I could smell
his cigar.

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Occupational Dreams

Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 18

"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
                                ~ George Eliot


Had I talent
for singing,
I would pursue
that dream now–
me and my 
rock'n roll band
playing concerts
to excited fans.

      or

an artist working
in mixed media.
Attended drawing
classes in my 60's,
thrilled by what
I could accomplish.
Every so often, I will
myself to pull out
pad and pencils,
and try sketching
again.  Then I peer
at my results.  Too
much forgotten,
easily discouraged.

At age ten, I had
a yen to become
a writer.  Poetry
has my heart and soul.
Perhaps that was
always my goal.

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Surprise

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #356
Left of Center, Right

"Write one. A left poem, a center or middle poem or a right poem. Left Out to Dry. Stuck in the middle. Right Kind of Wrong. You know where to take it and make it sing."


mid forest hike
he stops and drops to his knees
proposal 'neath firs

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Teen vs. Parents

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #523

Words:  drawing, space, time, beaches, mission, murder,
        boat, tight, speedy, air, found, weapon


Do not make it
your mission
to spend all your
time at the beach,
dear.  I understand
how drawn you are
to oceans, but air
is still, sun is
murder.  Why that
tight clenched jaw
whenever I make
a suggestion?  Dad
is checking to see
if there is space
on the boat for
us to take a dinner
cruise.  We want
you to join us.  Well,
that was a speedy no.
Don't think you
can use a painful
sunburn as a weapon
to get out of our
plans for tonight.
This place was 
a lucky find.

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In The Neighborhood

Written for:  Miz Quickly - Days 16 & 17

"Pay attention

Really.

Piece of cake.

If you can get out where there are people, listen to them. Make a few notes, and use the experience as the basis of your writing."



Baby smiles, golden
curls like a halo
'round her head.
She waves to all
passersby.  'What
a friendly baby
you have.'


Hurry up, the bus
is coming!
I just want
to get a slice.
I'm getting on
with or without
you.

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Unorthodox Treatment

Written for:  Sunday Muse #182

Plague Nurse
Now, now, do not
be afraid.  Even though
you cannot see it,
my hair is in a braid.
Most of my face
is gone, hence a cone.
All the better
to poke you with,
along with my bony 
fingers.  My scent 
lingers like a cloud
above your head.
I carry feathers
of a bird, recently
dead. He doesn't 
need them anymore.
Lay still, my ill
patient.  Do not
be afraid.

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Who’s In Charge Here?

Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 15

A bird. One PARTICULAR bird

It could be the woodpecker that works on your siding. Or Woody Woodpecker.

A Harpy?

A fictional budgie belonging to a fictional character (or real/real, real/fictional, fictional/real).

First person?

First bird?


Who are all you
freeloaders?  My
family was here
first.  It is 
a well-known fact
that Bluejays rule
here.  Maybe you
finches can carry 
a tune–bit an 
inherent trait
for us.  You'd
best move your
chorus to another
tree.  And you,
sparrows, same
rule applies.

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They Bring Us Joy

Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 14

"Today we do return to our five-line stanza. Maybe later a longer poem. Today:

Some sort of plant (single or collective)

OR animal

OR a parent and child

OR a pair of lovers—observed or imagined


Using one of these topics, write a poem of two five-line stanzas. The two will present some of the same information, but in different ways. For instance: lovers seen from a distance/the sensation of holding hands. A squirrel’s eye view of an acorn/a deer hunter unpacking a sandwich. Panorama/closeup. Different senses. Male/female. No judgment, no conclusion, just presentation."


How nice it would be to pet a giraffe
on his puzzle pieces coat.
Sweet expressions on their faces,
munching choice leaves from tree tops.
A giraffe in office? They'd have my vote.


May all animals be protected
with enough food, water, and land.
Species are becoming extinct,
Mother Nature's eyes stream with tears.
Do your part and lend a hand.

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White Wednesday

Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 13 - Wednesday

"Write about Wednesday. Or being wed. Or winning."


This poem is
Wednesday, dressed
in cotton white.
Comes along mid-
week; provides hope
to those awaiting
weekend.

This poem is
Wednesday, in
autumn.  Observing
falling leaves,
kids shooting
baskets.  Wednesday
is non-judgmental
as it watches past
days and those
yet to come.

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2021/10/13/october-13-wed-nes-day/
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Grandma’s Ring

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #91 - Personal Symbols  (posted by Magaly)

"I invite you to write poetry or prose inspired by a personal symbol, or a thing that represents or stands for something else, especially a material object or an action representing something abstract to you (i.e., luck, remembrance…)."


I wear it proudly–
Grandma's oval-shaped
diamond ring.  Each
time I place the ring
on my finger, a waterfall
of memories spill in.
Grandma's red nail polish,
scent of chicken soup,
and homemade knishes.
I wear it proudly.

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