Books and Poetry
A beautyberry is on the tree,
A snake below is glaring at me,
I dare reach out my hand,
On the berry I land,
As the snake wraps its coils around me.
W3 Prompt #49: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Aishwarya, prompts us to write an American Sentence or a Limerick on the theme of beauty. I’m not certain the limerick actually qualifies as beauty themed, so I have included an American sentence as well.
Beauty may endure from within, but no doubt will wither from without.
Have I lost focus?
Or, is it the lens through which I peer?
It seems the closer I look,
the more distorted my perception becomes.
The zoom is of no benefit.
Perhaps I should take a step back;
And refocus on the whole picture.
Written in response to dVerse’s Quadrille prompt: “Grab your plume, and let your words zoom across the page to form a poem of just 44 words (not counting the title), and including some form of the word zoom.”
Elusive little bird,
Why must you taunt me so.
Not very colorful are you,
Nor of a rare or unique variety.
But your cute little antics,
Are difficult to ignore;
And the challenge you provide,
Makes you all the more intriguing.
I am relatively new to photography and have had the pleasure of spending several weeks in a subtropical environment photographing shore birds. I did not realize how cooperative those birds were until I returned home and attempted to photograph the little songbirds in my own backyard. These have proven quite the challenge, incessantly flittering amongst the trees.
Some cooperative shore birds:
Hope is that curiosity leads to adventure;
That discovery results in wonderment;
That joy is found in the little things;
That love is all encompassing;
That the exigencies of life promote strength;
That, through it all, a little innocence remains.
Written in response to “W3 Prompt #48: Wea’ve Written Weekly,” hosted by poet of the week, Kerfe Roig. “Begin your own poem with the words ‘Hope is…’ and see where it takes you.”
How can you be called a weed?
Beautiful and fragrant are you;
A wildflower to be true.
I have waited all season to touch your soft petals;
Caress your lovely stem;
I flutter around your leaves;
Admire their prominent veins;
Finally, I alight on a violet petal;
And drink from your nectary.
Written in response to dVerse poetry prompt hosted by SarahSouthwest – “Weeds Rule OK?”
I have written this poem in response to W3 prompt #47 at skepticskaddish.com, hosted by poet of the week, Punam Sharma. The guidelines are to write a Pantoum on the theme of abandonment. Additional information about a Pantoum and the prompt can be found here. Hope I got it right!
Where you and I walk hand in hand;
The circumambient energy shifts;
Mystical aura exudes from land;
The universal vibration lifts.
The circumambient energy shifts;
As you release your final breath;
The universal vibration lifts;
In realization of your death.
As you release your final breath;
I emit a guttural moan;
In realization of your death;
I find I am all alone.
I emit a guttural moan;
For you’ve abandoned me;
I find I am all alone;
You’re in a place of mystery.
For you’ve abandoned me;
In my years of old;
You’re in a place of mystery;
And I’ll join you soon, I’m told.
In my years of old;
Mystical aura exudes from land;
And I’ll join you soon, I’m told;
Where you and I walk hand in hand.
Subsequently submitted to IJ’s Bird of the Week Invitation XVIII
Red-bellied Woodpecker with a Palm Tree berry – winter in South Florida, USA.
You are meant to wipe away the tears;
Stifle the runny nose;
Yet, just thinking of you results in violent sobs.
When I hold you in my hands;
Your cottony softness reminds me of all that I hold dear;
Your delicate embroidery threatening to unravel;
Represents all that I have lost.
I have treated you unkindly;
Tossing you aside in favor of a mere tissue.
I shall stand firm;
Recommitting myself to all that you have to offer;
As you have been there for me through all of my days;
And, I shall never again allow my nose to touch another.
JJJ Interactive Books