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 eyesContinue reading “Orange Tranformation”
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What Crisis?
Environmental crisis?Nonsense!See all the pretty and tasty thingsproduced 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.
Provokameter
A fleeting glimpseis all it takesto cause my provokameterto break.I had bought it new and plugged it in;I installed itjust below my chin.It worked just finefor a month or two;then brokethe moment I saw you.I checked its log,all had been good;the gauge was centeredas it should.Until you walked in,off the charts, wild;my provokameterwas clearly riled.SoContinue reading “Provokameter”
A Tanka: Collective Animal Nouns
A bale of turtlesContentedly sunbathingSomeone approachesThe bale bales but two remainHeads raised in pose for photo Prompted by Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 332, 8/8/23
Pop of Color
A black and white butterflySoars gracefully over the sprawling lawnAlighting on a multicolored flower Appearing drab in comparisonIt settles in for a sip of nectarDemurely folding back its wingsRevealing a pop of colorThe perfect complement to its perch Prompted by dVerse host Mish – Pop Goes The Quadrille (#181).
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”
Transitory
Drifting and surgingTransitory as the seaAlways in motion Like the ebbing tide Consistently retreating Compelled to return Prompted by Colleen’s #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only: No. 331, 8/1/23.
Gnome Home
Prompted by Sadje’s What do you see # 197- July 31, 2023 I came upon a houseBuilt into the groundA hilltop for its roofA front door green and roundI couldn’t help but wonderWho must live insideI hid among the flowersUntil I finally spiedA funny little gnome Skipping out the doorPrancing down the stairs Until heContinue reading “Gnome Home”
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”
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