To old ways we cling Colorful coral bleached white Death lies under foot A sotto voce ignored We dance in shadows Grooves tread in infertile soil Voices in our heads Drown meaningful messages Choruses played on repeat A subtle whisper Heard with silent attention Soft voice speaks volumes An ode to humanity A seque to aContinue reading “A Choka: Sotto Voce”
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A Kimo: Unlucky Good Luck
Thirteen I found in a bed of clover Each one has four lucky leaves Wait for it to play out TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 22 hosted by Selma. Featured photo by Paul Szlosek
An Island
An island Detached, disconnected, isolated Gently trespassed upon by tentative feet Caressed by passing winds Enchanted by the dazzling Milky Way A bit-o-honey for the undernourished soul Tenuous waters Lap against my shore Greet, retreat, abandon An island Am I W3 Prompt #169: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Lesley, prompts us to write, literallyContinue reading “An Island”
Head Gears
Determined to fly with the birds To swim with the fish Daydreams sketched upon stars Visionaries are we Magniloquent in sharing our ingenuity Tools in our hands Gears spinning in our heads We turn our dreams into reality And explore the unreachable W3 Prompt #168: Wea’ve Written Weekly. I don’t think is what Ben (poet ofContinue reading “Head Gears”
Denim
Colors masked In denim blue jeans Casual Travel wear Attempting to play it cool Flamboyance tempered Fuchsia stains On favorite jeans Reminders Of good times Joyfully wild and carefree Denim stories shared TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 21, hosted by Melissa. Melissa challenges us to write a shadorma series based on one of Alma Thomas’ paintings.Continue reading “Denim”
Dusky Dreamscape
Lone dusky dreamscape Sea oats wave rueful farewells Sun kisses goodnight W3 Prompt #167: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Marion, prompts us to write a poem that includes the word scape.
A Tanka: Fungi
Ears seemingly sprout They listen to the old tree Take its final breath Akin to the dinner bell The bittersweet circle spins Colleen’s TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 20, Synesthesia
Guess what this is?
Take a guess and right you’d be A bird app not needed for identity A red-headed woodpecker — obviously I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation CXXIII Becky’s Squares – “simply red.”
Seed of Promise
They shrink under the ruthless sun Seeds of hope scattered on dry ground Each dismally shriveled… but one Single seed of promise unbound Sprouts roots of depthness so profound Intelligence beyond comprehension? Unfurling in directions that confound Conveying its own intention W3 Prompt #166: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Val, prompts us to writeContinue reading “Seed of Promise”
Ticking Bomb
Until reality smacks our face Denial is our best defense Creating lame excuses All witnesses we are We watch them tick down The bombs we built Do explode So quick Boom Boom So quick Do explodeThe bombs we built We watch them tick down All witnesses we are Creating lame excuses Denial is our best defenseContinue reading “Ticking Bomb”
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