the black tea passion
first pleasure in the mornings
hot water and leaves
-the mindfulness is the key-
the early morning rush
enemy of the pleasure
hurry, leave the tea
W3 – Puente poem, first time trying it! I wrote a Senryu poem for the 1st and 3rd stanzas and a mantra I always keep in mind for the 2nd stanza. Hope you enjoy it!
Walking along by the river
I spotted this light pole
Standing still, strong
Undisturbed by the snowstorm
Nobody, nothing can break its peace
I took my gloves off and snapped a photo
To take back home
Just as a reminder
The Winter blues are here
Disturbing inner peace
Hold on tight to yourself
Joining David’s W3 – jamb-jitsu poetry form
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.
ethereal love
sun and moon united forever
the universe's barriers are broken
radiant dream
Joining David’s W3, Reena’s prompt and image.
neat desk
organized mind
right now both are messy
new journal is on the way
space is needed
let go of the old
Joining David’s W3 with Ladysighs’ prompt below:
Compose two verses according to the following specifications:
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”
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 is a very simple poetic form and one of the newest.
Pen moving slowly guided by thoughts Journal blank pages welcoming words receptacle of joy
Joining David’s W3 challenge. Prompt:
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.
it's six am the moon is up there autumn sky sprinkling dew she's always spying on me warms up my being autumn is pumpkin bonfire scent candles, always candle-light haloed flame it fills my being I'm in awe a warm cup of joy an Himalayan white tea sacred spot these leaves have traveled distant seas to reach me pen and paper by my side safeguarding moments my thoughts and wishes which shouldn't be scattered, lost in this space
W3 – Dormasha poetry form
Moonwashed Musings – Haloed
the blessed harvest moon illuminating my path she brings me back home pumpkins, apple cider, gnomes all awaits for my return
Tea & Paper 