Winter Gloom

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  The Blizzard of the Self
(posted by Sanaa)

"For Today’s Poetics, I want you to become the embodiment of winter. Tell us what you feel during this season. Describe a typical day in January. Feel free to go dark and philosophical or perhaps even write a story poem like Whiteman. I look forward to seeing what you come up with."

Dog awakes at 6:00 am
ready for a day of mayhem.
All around me is darkness
I attempt to dismiss.
Doggie play time brings dawn
Coffee is no longer warm.
Cold rushes in when I let her out
My sycamore is bare; the wind shouts.
The sun hides, makes itself scarce,
Color is muted, no green trees or grass.
I turn around, it's time for dinner
Outside my window, it's already dimmer.
Winter sports are not my thing
I am hoping for an early spring.

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haiku of hurt

Written for:  Poetic Asides #639

"Write a forgetful poem."


forget what I just said
hurtful words echo in air
always remembered

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/wednesday-poetry-prompts-639
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“returned home”

Written for:  The Twiglets #308 - returned home


When she returned,
she found her home 
transformed into 
a gingerbread house.


He was stranded
in a parking lot.
His car left 
earlier.


her eyes fill with tears
the lake was still a deep blue
when she returned home


              He started out for his home,
          a quiet small town where he'd grown
               up.  Left for the city
                but oh, what a pity,
        his home now had high-priced cafe-syndrome.

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What If Your Daydreams Became Your Reality

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 #421 - What Dreams May Come

"To piggyback on Sleepless in Buffalo’s sleep prompt last week, let’s let our dreams inspire our poems this week. Dreams may come as we sleep, or as daydreams. They may be life-long goals. Dr. King had a dream and we honor him for his vision. What are your dreams?"


Lost in lust
as daydreams
rise with
a hot sun.
Those days
of being
invincible,
carefree,
skin tingling
in anticipation.
With a vividness
of reality,
I see that woman,
feel those sensations,
and stay lost 
in lust 
for just
a little longer.

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After Ten Years

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #588

Words:  manifestations, moment, wraps, broken, stand, shoulder,
        silence, nearly, powdery, blade, again, shuffle


The statue is broken.  The shoulder
is missing, as if slashed
with a blade.  Powdery substance
lay on the floor.  There is a
moment of silence as they stand
wrapped in evening wear.  Again.
The manifestations have reappeared
after nearly ten years.  They can
hear soft shuffling from upstairs.

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Blue Life Woman

Written for:  Sunday Muse #242

Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue”
She wears the color
of her mind
and heart.  Were her
expectations
too great?  No smile
for the miles 
she has traveled
in her head.  
She looks down 
into an abyss, 
a pit of pitch
black.  Why can't
she let go, be
absorbed?  Why 
does she still cling
to solid structures?

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Kid Transports

Written for:  Friday Writings #59:  Wheels
(posted by Rommy)

"Use the word wheels or wheel somewhere in your piece."


Blue bike
thin tall tires
that wheeled me
anywhere I fancied.
Now I cannot ride–
too much time 
lapsed.  Fear
set in.

Second favorite form
of transportation–
metal roller skates
with clamps and a key
to tighten them.  Up
and down hills
in the playground,
and on concrete streets,
we skated faster
and faster.  Almost
as fast as years 
swiftly pass by.

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Staying in Bed

Written for:  Poetic Asides #638

"Write a delayed poem."


Do we delay
meeting the day
on purpose?  Is 
it laziness, angst,
or craziness
that keeps us
in bed a little
too long?  Does
work loom like a
witch on a black
cloud?  Is there an
unpleasant situation 
you must face?
Perhaps you will escape
but for how long?
Delays we orchestrate
on our own, create
growing anxiety.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/wednesday-poetry-prompts-638
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Sand Mountain

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Visionary Poems
(posted by Ingrid)

"For this prompt, write a poem inspired by a vision, dream, or both. If you want, you can return to Blake’s “dreams of infants” – perhaps you remember a recurring dream (or nightmare) from childhood which might inspire your poem. Or write about a more recent dream which affected you in some way. If you have ever been fortunate enough to have seen visions, don’t hold back – write about them, let them inspire your muse."


Oh, the horror
of being stuck
at the top 
of an enormous
mountain of sand
alone.  
We all had to
jump to the bottom
where we would
be safe.  Everyone
is down below
imploring me
to jump before
it's too late.
I have had this
recurring nightmare
many times over
the years.  In each
version, I am frozen,
paralyzed, cannot
jump.  I look
at all those colored
dots below me,
and cannot understand
how they were
able to do it.  
Just
jump.
I awaken in a sweat,
still clueless 
of meaning.

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Bold Type

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #167:  BOLD-ly Go
(posted by whimsygizmo)

"In my own personal world, I choose a word each year to define the days ahead. This year, two words have wooed me: Happy, and BOLD. Today, I want you to boldly go, and embrace the bold poet within you. As you write your Quadrille, use some form of the word bold."


I’m told
you’re bold,
bit cold–
wearing gold
money–old.
You can be droll
fit no mold
yet I’m not sold
love will hold
as years unfold.
You like control;
I’m a free soul
won’t be cajoled.
I can be bold-
faced; simply scroll.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/09/q44-167-bold-ly-go/
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