Prompted by Amy’s Lens-Artists Challenge # 262: Framing Your Photos
Orange Tranformation
I shed the orange from my body -
A color I have so despised;
A symbol of humiliation, restriction and punishment.
Yet the color refuses to relinquish me in my freedom.
In the morning,
the dewey grass shimmers orange;
Water droplets touched by the rising sun.
In the garden, hues of orange,
Spill from the marigolds’ bright heads.
I close my eyes and find I am no longer in darkness -
Orange illuminates the backs of my eyelids;
Now a symbol of nature, peace and contentment.
The day winds down, orange beams through the trees,
As the sun makes its descent over the horizon.
Prompted by Sue W & GC at weeklyprompts.com.
What Crisis?
Environmental crisis?
Nonsense!
See all the pretty and tasty things
produced for your consumption.
Fast food (on every corner for your convenience).
Eternal youth serum - bonus chemicals included!
This gadget - a must!
Place the burden on the people -
perfect panacea to our toxic greed.
Prompted by Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #324.
In Season
Coming soon…
Prompted by Denzil’s Nature Photo Challenge #24: Edible and Ann-Christine’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #261-Work in Progress.
Provokameter
A fleeting glimpse
is all it takes
to cause my provokameter
to break.
I had bought it new
and plugged it in;
I installed it
just below my chin.
It worked just fine
for a month or two;
then broke
the moment I saw you.
I checked its log,
all had been good;
the gauge was centered
as it should.
Until you walked in,
off the charts, wild;
my provokameter
was clearly riled.
So now I’ve
purchased one anew
with a special component,
Idontaseeyou.
W3 Prompt #67: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week Lesley, prompts us to: “Write a nonsense poem with at least one invented word of your own.”
A Tanka: Collective Animal Nouns
A bale of turtles
Contentedly sunbathing
Someone approaches
The bale bales but two remain
Heads raised in pose for photo
Prompted by Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 332, 8/8/23
Red Shouldered Hawk
For I. J.’s Bird of the Week Invitation XXIV
It took me more than two weeks to capture a photo of the hawk because a very territorial Mockingbird kept chasing it away.
Pop of Color
A black and white butterfly
Soars gracefully over the sprawling lawn
Alighting on a multicolored flower
Appearing drab in comparison
It settles in for a sip of nectar
Demurely folding back its wings
Revealing a pop of color
The perfect complement to its perch
Prompted by dVerse host Mish – Pop Goes The Quadrille (#181).
Awww Mondays – No Lion
Just Lines
A few little lines
Commingling with each other
Enriched with color
Prompted by Debbie’s One Word Sunday – “Lines”
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