Daylight receded, conversation diminished, distractions vanished, then fervent kissing ushered one passionate interlude. —— This tanka was written in response to Experiments in Fiction Poetry Challenge #14: Tanka. I attempted to embrace the traditional use of the form as a note between lovers, and I even delivered a hand-written version to my lover be read […]
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It Rains For Us Before the rain arrived as the new leaf withered the Garden of Eden pleaded “help us” During the quenching rains the matcha grew stronger soothing the dragon beast in all of us Throughout the downpour, with survival secured, we held a grand black tie celebration for us After the storm, the
Ticker Tape Machine I sit here in my little glass dome Peering out at the tape I’ve thrown I gaze at the people as they scrutinize me Some wear frowns, others exhibit glee My motor grinds away like gnashing of teeth As the paper advances from underneath With the clacking sound of an Underwood Numbers
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This Is Not a Pen This is not a pen I hold It’s a means of getting stories told It doesn’t put down ink on paper It solidifies what once was vapor It’s a creator of characters and digits It might even draw a brand new widget Occasionally it becomes an artist But in my
Dab Questions How big is a dab? Inquiring minds want to know Is it larger than a smidgen, or smaller than a toe? Can a dab be a solid or does it need to flow? Will it stay one size or will it start to grow? —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille #119 –
Ballade of the Rockies Much of the earth behind you remains quite flat As your travels have brought you many a mile The forward view is spectacular from where you’re at Offering up its splendor and own unique style And though you are far from any remote isle The vision that confronts you is one
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Abstract Disappointment Campfire seedling creates a spark against the raven sky Casting shadows in the mud of my weary eye Safety orange sounds the alarm before my final sigh It’s not a snow day after all instead the end is nigh —— My abstract poem in response to Linda Kruschke’s Abstract Paint Chip Poetry Prompt.
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Silent Smoke Signal If you don’t speak up the silence might seem deafening A smoke signal communicates in a very quiet way And communicating non-verbally can be an awakening If you don’t speak up the silence might seem deafening Although the lack of sound does not need to be threatening Use pictures and words to
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Blue Suede People People that wear blue suede shoes have a certain zest for life When they dance it’s as if hot embers under their feet are rife All while dodging tumbling sagebrush and avoiding daily strife Adventurous too as they seek out a cave to hear the echo of a fife With personalities that
Hope Lives The tree Is evergreen Bent slightly by the wind Standing tall near the mountain peak It lives The boy Just six years old Gazes toward the sky Solemn about his lost balloon He lives Our Love Grows endlessly Nourished by attention Far beyond boundary waters Love lives Our Hope Everlasting Orchestrated by grace
