W3 :: a piece of silk

pixaby image
a stitch here
a stitch there
scissors up and down
the piece of silk i bought
many many years ago
she didn’t believe me 
i still remember her eyes
her whispers 
‘too good for her’

my treasure drawer 
held bits and pieces
many tiny little treasures
collected over the years
the precious silk laid down
in there, waiting and waiting
‘too good for her’

each time i opened the drawer
the silk greeted me with softness
her whispers always followed along
‘too good for her’

when i moved out
i couldn’t leave the silk behind
it came in my suitcase
which was its home for
many many years
and of course her whispers tagged along
‘too good for her’

as I get older I understand
i’m free and so the piece of silk
a skirt has been tailored
and flows freely in the wind
her whispers have no power over me
‘too good for her’ 
let her look




Joining David's W3 - Selma's prompt:
  • Imagine a person from an old memory looking in on you through an open window;
    • You’d all but forgotten about this person, but today their presence has given rise to this memory;
    • What do you see? What’s going on?
  • Write this as a Memory Poem:
    • Purge this memory out of your system; allude to the memory; banish the memory; 
  • Poem length: 100 – 300 words;
  • The poem must end with these words: “Let him/her look”

W3 :: nobody

pixabay image
who
are you
in the mirror

woman
hidden feelings
beneath a mask

teen
mischievous thoughts
dreaming about tomorrow

child
wishing for
the parents approval

nobody
just someone
looking for love

Joining David’s W3 – Michelle‘s prompt:

Write a multiple/chained hay(na)ku on the theme of “love lost and found”.

Hay(na)ku?

Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form and one of the newest.

  • Three lines;
    • L1: one word;
    • L2: two words;
    • L3: three words;

tanka tuesday :: through the window

first snow of the season
i'm looking through the window
the flakes shinning as diamonds
the ground is blanketed by
early winter dusk

outdoors is inviting me
the dry air is refreshing
passion arises as the
warmth around the hearth

a scarf wrapped around my neck
leather boots dressing my feet
gloves caressing my fingers
chilly north winds blow

Joining Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.

W3 – Journaling

morning pages
Pen
moving slowly
guided by thoughts

Journal
blank pages
welcoming words
receptacle of joy

Joining David’s W3 challenge. Prompt:

Deanna’s prompt guidelines

  • Write a “Septolet” that refers to something that is held, something that one might hold.

Septolet?

The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two verses. Both verses deal with the same thought and create a picture.