a butterfly flapping its wings
an old yard lady lost her rings
searching for them, flipboom!
dizziness, zoom zoom zoom
she fell down hearing lots of dings
Joining David’s W3 challenge:Lesley’s prompt guidelines a nonsense poem with at least one invented word of your own. I’ve written a Limerick poem (5 lines with the rhyme aabba) and invented flipboom, meaning flipping, falling and boom!
Hope you like the poem and also the photo, I took it with my phone under the flower.
wings of transformation
hidden beneath the mystery
a message from faraway
or close by
its beauty is softness
letting go of the weight
opening up to the possibilities
immersed in lavender scent
reminds me of calm
no hurry
the time will arrive
you will find the truth
My garden is blooming with flowers and butterflies, from time to time a dragonfly shows up, and I like to believe it has a message for me.
“The Dragonfly has been a symbol of happiness, new beginnings and change for many centuries. The Dragonfly means hope, change, and love.” You can find more about it here.
Tanka Tuesday prompt is the above photo referring to the Phoenix mythology.
Consumed by the flames
The silent cry of the soul
The mistakes lay on each feather
Now burning without care
From the ashes
Washed from the sins
Little by little
The sun is rising
A display of orange and energy
Bringing life to a start
consumed by the flames
the silent cry of the soul
a breath of the dawn
The Expected One 1860 painting by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Museum: Bavarian State Painting Collections) wikidata.org
Wandering in the forest,
Immersed in a fairy tale
She doesn’t know
Her destiny is traced
In the hands of the unknown
He waits with flowers
A trap
The knife is hidden
He counts the seconds
The jump
A sharp blade
Ending the dreams
each tiny step counts
the soul is about to fly
a fairy tale ends
Joining Tanka Tuesday: Today’s prompt is the photo above, Ekphrastic poem:
“Ekphrastic poems exist to respond to a piece of art critically, analytically, and reverentially.”Ekphrastic poetry explained
one minute you are six
in the next, sixty
interval in between
are filled with moments
tiny moments of joy
moments of worry
tiny moments of smiles
moments of sadness
all of them constitute
whole body and soul
with each bit of them
be your own being
Tanka Tuesday this week is in commemoration of Colleen’s 65th birthday. She asked us to write our own poetry form using 65 syllables. The form I created contains 3 stanzas: the first and second 6-5-6-5 and the third one 6-5-5-5. I’m naming it Boomer!
Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1865-1932) by John Singer Sargent, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
i'm the owner of my destiny
i'm powerful, I don't need you
slowly nearing my empire
my eyes will burn your soul
purple as my dress
hate flourishes
forgiveness
is past
go
This is an impressive portrait, the lady exhales confidence. The eyes and the colour purple called my attention. Purple colour expresses luxury, power, and independence. She seems content but at the same time, I see hate in her eyes.