Category Archives: Poetry

Rainy Reflections…

My soul loves the rain:

It seems dreamy and poetic.

Fog rolling in after love departs

Is such a perfect metaphor

To describe a dismal day

And a lonely, broken heart.

But my head dreads the storms,

Which trigger loads of pain–

Not of the romantic variety,

But actual pounding migraines.

Blustery winds stir up debris,

And dust swirls through the air;

I want to celebrate thunder

But feel nothing but despair.

Yet, when pressure subsides,

And the world sparkles clean,

I adore rain once more…

My equilibrium restored.

~*~

Reflections Prompt

Thursday Inspiration

Not just my verse…

This is a chain verse, as you can see, starting with Guy, meandering to Di, and now apparently its fate rests with me!

A Guy Called Bloke’s Start

I am quite the writer you know, it has to be said,
My imagination runs wild, loose and amok,
Creating literary havoc within my head,
Luckily, however, I haven’t experienced writer’s block!

Fandango’s Addition

Each morning I think about topics on which to post
But what stirs my imagination by far the most
As I try to conjure up what it is I want to write
Is using the daily prompts while keeping my writing tight.

Leigha Robbins Addition

Sometimes the words leave me to struggle
But that’s when I take the words and juggle
To fit them into their proper place
Where they do more than take up space

Sandy’s Addition

The words they come, the words they go
At times MIA, a total no show
In the end, it’s all worthwhile
When flowing freely, one big smile

Angie of King Ben’s Grandma‘s Addition

More words do I read, than write, by far
Writers are my heros, like rock stars
Through all my troubles, pain and strife
Words have comforted me, saved my life

Grandma passes the baton to Beckie of Beckie’s Mental Mess

Writing is artistry without a brush but with a pen,
You start with a beginning and surprise yourself with the end
Word prompts, picture prompts, sentence prompts work on our imagination,
Where ever our minds take us, we end up with some kind of creation.

Beckie passed the challenge on to Tales From The Mind of Kristian

Here is Kristian’s addition:

These virtual worlds that we create in our heads
The possibilities, endless with more patterns to find
The plots, esoteric or quizzical with many varied threads.
Show the deepest, darkest recesses of the creative mind.

Kristian passed the baton to Sadje of Keep it Alive

I write for the love of writing and the need to say something
Crafting ideas and giving them expression on my space
Sometimes it is an effortless flow straight from my mind
Then there are days when nothing comes, it is all in a bind

Di delivers:

Writer’s Block can take a flying leap
As my imagination keeps me from sleep,
Dreams and music give me ideas
Though all is not as it originally appears……..

Now Me:

I always have much too much to say;
I could write endlessly night and day.
But don’t expect it to make any sense;
I can use migraines as a defense!

*

I’m sending this by raven across the USA to Larry on the other coast to see what he can add…

Why I Write…

The answer to this question varies with my mood. Some days I have a story to share that I think people will enjoy. Other times I simply need to express myself and words are my best tool for that. There are times I feel like being clever with language. Other days I have this ridiculous notion I’ve come up with something important to convey. Once I answered this question by talking about how writing fiction and poetry is the best way for me to organize my scattered thoughts and make some kind of sense of this messy world too.

I was thinking about all this a little while ago when I re-downloaded my drafts of Attractive Nuisance and Sweet Nothings from the cloud. The other day I’d told a friend I hadn’t been working on a novel lately, only flash fiction and poetry, because I can’t focus for more than a few minutes at a time. But ever since yesterday, when I impulsively replied to Jim’s post about a song, by jabbering on about an old pile of writing, I’ve been energized about working on this layered tale again.

Thing is, I don’t think it’s coincidence that this happened at the end of a week when I’m feeling especially frustrated at other people’s behavior. I’ve never been good at seeing patterns in the actions of real characters unless they’re completely obvious. I’m much better with fiction. And, of course, writing my own gives me a feeling of control I get nowhere else ~ I create a new world, populate it with my creations, and make them do what I want.

Just noodling. Back to work! 😀

Thursday Inspiration 4

Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt post and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction. If you’d like to share your writing with the community, please indulge me and tag your post with #p0eticlicense and/or #lightm0tifs, and of course link back if you wish. I will try to visit everyone who participates. 🙂

This week’s theme is rain and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “Drops of Jupiter” by Train:

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change

Photo credit: Daniel Borker

Mosaic

Digging for fossils

In the desert ditch…

After bagging bits of bone,

They unearthed a tile.

A glazing on slate,

This was an intricate design;

The scientists gazed in silence

At the elaborate pattern.

What could it mean?

Arguing commenced:

People of that time

Didn’t possess the tools

To create such a plate.

Then someone noticed

Inside each circle

Of this delicate treasure

Was a shark’s tooth.

Robert Peake’s Poetry Prompt

In Other Words, flamingo…

These birds are so extremely stinky,

But their feathers are a gorgeous shade of pinky

(I read it comes from consuming vast amounts of shrimp),

And they can stand so gracefully upon just one slender leg…

I wonder if anyone’s made an omelette from a flamingo egg?

~*~

Prompt from Patricia

Blanco & Me

Every day I watched the girl.

She had a pet fawn named Blanco

And kept a brush up her long sleeves

To groom his gleaming white coat.

One day I smelled fish cooking

On smoking mesquite wood;

My instincts took over

And I crept up to the door

Where the girl and Blanco played.

I did not apologize,

But brazened it out,

For I am a cat,

And that is what we do.

Luckily, it turned out,

She could love me too.

~*~

Poetry Prompt via Robert Peake (get yours!):

Include as many of the following words (or variations on these words) as you can:

forgetful, blanco, total, vanquished, physical, traced, chestnuts, apologize, exposed, persons, sleeves, instincts, vain, mesquite, razor

Also:

  • Include a familiar smell

[discovered at Larry’s blog]

Echoes

One mournful lovesong

Howled to star-spattered heavens

Echoes through the night

~*~

Thursday Inspiration

Seagull [TLT]

I watched you as you walked away, that cold grey rainy foggy day.

You didn’t even turn and wave, as your footsteps faded from this hollow place.

Then a ray of sun cut through the mist and one seagull came swooping in; underneath her wings the sea began to sparkle brightly once again.

~*~

Three Line Tales 171

Thursday Inspiration 3

Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt post and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction. If you’d like to share your writing with the community, please indulge me and tag your post with #p0eticlicense and/or #lightm0tifs, and of course link back if you wish. I will try to visit everyone who participates. 🙂

This week’s theme is stars and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “I Don’t Wanna Talk About It” by Rod Stewart:

I can tell by your eyes that you’ve prob’bly been cryin’ forever,
And the stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you, they’re a mirror.

Photo credit: Kristendawn