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Unmade Beds
Scruffy is an unmade bed,
But it’s so inviting on a cold morning.
It’s nostalgic- takes me back
To being told of heart-warming
Tales from the past –
From before I even existed,
When the old were once young,
And as a child, I insisted
On voices, impressions,
As you proceeded with the saga.
I shared in your laughter,
And envisioned the drama.
Often bringing a pillow,
To cushion my head,
As I prepared for more stories
On the vast double bed.
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Know Your Enemy Sijo
The sapling advised the slow-growing oak to shoot for the sun,
Upright and streamlined, narrow and tall: a cunning tale indeed.
Oak held his branches close, letting light spill onto sapling’s leaves.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Sijo Challenge found here
Pride Sijo
Every golden mane uniformly strides across the grassy plain
By both nature and by name, they are a pride and proud to be
Belonging to the pack, their home, no anonymity.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Sijo Challenge found here
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Summer Sijo
Water droplets meet grease on heat, so spit and hiss with rage.
Abruptly, sounds of summer reunite while wintry memories fade.
Yet chargrilled wings and smokey thighs taste better in the shade.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Sijo Challenge found here
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This Summer
Like the deciduous tree,
You will regain your leaves this summer,
And every year thereafter.
You will have life again,
As you will reside in my memories.
With every smile,
I will think of you,
And wish I could see
Your reaction too.
I will remember you also
With every tear,
I know how it felt to hold your hand,
And I will hope that you are near.
In memory of my mum.
His Eyes
I remember when I was told:
“Do trust the eyes but not the smile,
When he leads you down the aisle”.
Those words were worth their weight in gold,
Smooth to the touch but mighty cold.
It sent a shiver down my spine,
Even though all appeared fine.
His smile was pure but not his eyes,
They whispered I should compromise,
Our futures would never align.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge #56 found here
Faithful Seed Quadrille
Faithful seed, be loyal and true,
As I have been with you.
I long to see you try.
Be driven and fight,
Fight until you pull through.
Faithful seed, I plead with you.
Take everything I have and grow,
Grow stronger than you know.
In response to dVerse’s “seed quadrille” prompt.
A poem filled with hope, emotion, and desperation.
NaPoWriMo Day 30
Path to Certainty
On the path to certainty,
You’ll find many potholes.
The greenest blades of grass,
May point North, towards your goals,
But amidst the tallest strands,
Grow wicked stinging nettles.
Cross over where dandelion spores disperse,
And turn left when the last seed settles.
Mind the sheer drop.
Try not to hurry.
Stability and security
Fade when there is worry.
In response to the final “directions” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
It has been an absolute pleasure to participate in NaPoWriMo this year. I am so grateful for the opportunity to converse with fellow poets and explore everyone’s interpretations of each prompt. It has been delightful!
NaPoWriMo Day 29
Coffee Shop Windows
Looking through coffee shop windows,
I appear to stare at you.
I’m not counting your empty cups,
Nor how many cakes you’ve bit into.
I’m not peering through.
I am too busy gauging my reflection’s identity.
Does she have any prosperity?
I wish I knew.
In response to the penultimate “windows” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
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NaPoWriMo Day 28
Courage Terza Rima
Why did my courage disappear?
Where did my bravery go?
The day you left me is unclear.
I simply want to know,
Do you intend to return?
Or will I forever be this low?
Is this a habit I can unlearn,
Or will I have to find my self-esteem?
Will the flame inside me burn?
Have I forgotten how to dream?
How can I be rid of fear,
And balance on life’s beam?
In response to the “questions” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
I am absolutely thrilled to have my poem “Occhiolism” featured today, thank you Maureen!
I chose to write a terza rima today and to question why I am such a nervous person.
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