A glass of wine, a yarn, and little by little layers are born. The waiting and expectation are building up as I look through the window. A new year is approaching!
snowdrops at midnight
welcoming new beginnings
shining as diamonds
Tanka Tuesday – Haibun
Moonwashed musings – New beginnings
look
up in the sky
hope is there
between the beams of light
darkness retreats
room for joy
make space in your being
never leave for tomorrow
the opportunity is here and now
the opportunity is here and now
never leave for tomorrow
make space in your being
room for joy
darkness retreats
between the beams of light
hope is there
up in the sky
look
David’s W3 – prompt:
Write a reverse poem. A reverse poem can be read forward and backward (top to bottom or bottom to top, line by line). The meaning of the poem changes depending on the direction you read it in.
If you want an extra challenge, try writing your poem in exactly eight or twelve lines.
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”
the 7 wonders make me wonder
where is the flow to my wholeness
in 300 ways i see progress
in 300 ways i see failure
optimism and inspiration
embrace my inner growth
and creative self-expression is born
Joining Reena’s Xploration challenge # 300. Congrats Reena!
merciless talking an innocence from madness silence is the say the eternal punishment desirable forgiveness
tanka tuesday synonyms only for quiet and seek. I’m using silence and desirable for my poem.
these gorgeous white flowers called my attention yesterday, maybe a sign from nature? i looked up for their symbolism:
White flower symbolism includes purity, innocence, faith, spiritual enlightenment, and messages from angels. Uniguide.com
i’ve been walking in a rough path recently. purity and innocence can explain a lot to me right now, and maybe i’ll forgive myself.
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.
W3 prompt this week is “Write about the first wild creature that you see which inspires you on the day you write your poem.”
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
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
consonance and assonance such annoyance buoyant and flamboyant words should be in abundance don't use redundancy have endurance
Joining David’s W3 challenge:
Tea & Paper 