The Bamboo Bar

At the Bamboo BarJoin me for a drinkPull up a stool Reveal all your secrets.Join me for a drinkThe drink is on meReveal all your secretsHold nothing back.The drink is on meLoosen your tongueHold nothing backInformation is gathered.Loosen your tongueWe’re listeningInformation is gatheredA free drink with a high cost.We’re listeningPull up a stoolA free drinkContinue reading “The Bamboo Bar”

Firestorm

A firestorm ignites -words pour forth;affording order in chaos;an outlet amid tragedy.Flames fueled by griefspawn phrases through smoke.Vehement inferno diminishes with time;residual embers refuse to be extinguished;kindling for composition. W3 Prompt #65: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Sadje, prompts us to write a poem about: “‘What inspires you to write?’ or: ‘What inspiresContinue reading “Firestorm”

Picnic Repellant

Midday sustenance Placed upon a checkered cloth Spread atop a hill Shaded by an ancient tree Pristine lake belowSerene cows grazing green grassA warm summer breeze Provides the stench of cow dung Unappetizing picnic A picture worth a thousand words may still only tell half the story. Prompted by Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No.Continue reading “Picnic Repellant”

Brackish Channel

Enticing channel of brackish waterFlanked by lush greenery Impeding travel by footWildlife touches the water’s surfaceFrom above and below Tempting me to join the dance.Shall I explore by kayak?Contemplating the rising tide – And what may exist around the bend… Prompted by dVerse host, De at whimsygizmo.Wordpress.com, to write a Quadrille (44 words) using theContinue reading “Brackish Channel”

Storm

You materialize out of nowhere!Startling me With your ominous warning callDarkening the mid-afternoon sky Vexing the trees that arch and sway in unison Generating showy bolts of lightning.Transfixed I stare out the windowAs fat drops of rain splat the windowpaneI should retreat – safely shelterBut I find your sheer power bewitching. W3 Prompt #64: Wea’veContinue reading “Storm”

Summer Tanager

An indulgent little bird, excellently posedPerched atop a dead tree branch, gazing at the marshAs a strange figure whispers, quietly belowHer camera poised in hand: “Please don’t fly away.” Prompted by Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 329, 7/18/23 – Specific Form and I. J.’s Bird of the Week Invitation XXI.

Invisible

Prompted by Sadje’s What do you see # 195, July 17, 2023. To you I am invisibleBut I see youFull of selfMotivated and ambitiousUnaware of your surroundings. To you I am invisibleBut I watch youTrying to find your wayStriving to achieve your goalsBeginning to recognize your value. To you I am invisibleBut I know youI’veContinue reading “Invisible”