Experimenting With Creative Writing
I sat beside a charming stream,
On the trunk of a fallen tree.
A perfect place to peacefully
Reconsider my latest dream.
I admired the water gleam,
Watching courageous ripples ride,
Toward the rocks, and then collide,
Meandering around the bends.
It taught me changes are not ends,
So I can drift, no need to glide.
In response to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 7 found here
Stars glow with pride.
Radiating dots of brilliance
Across the acrylic sky.
Like splatters of white gloss
On a matt black surface.
I seek to discover patterns,
Telling tales of fortune.
We lie beneath the galaxy,
And pray the lights
Guide us to a convincing fantasy.
Image credit: pixabay.com
Inspired by Molly White’s response to the prompt: Constellation found here
I plead with the powerful hourglass,
Complimenting her figure, in hope,
That she will be generous,
And lengthen time’s rope.
A gold band around my finger,
Is of no use to me tonight.
A precious hour will suffice,
To share a kiss by candlelight.
After shunning our bribes,
The sun sets, beckoning,
We part ways,
And await our reckoning.
Time is cruel and heavy with hate,
But love has power to recreate.
In response to dVerse’s Pride Poetry Prompt found here
Very much inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s Hour.
The cheetah perched by the lake,
Cleansing her paws.
She scowled at the water,
For reflecting her flaws.
She rubbed at her spots,
But they wouldn’t disappear.
She loathed her matted coat,
And she shed a sullen tear.
An elephant came along,
And sat by her side.
“Just look at my wrinkles,
I wear them with pride!”
“How do you find the strength?”
The cheetah enquired.
“I found more to life than beauty,
And that’s all it required!”
Image Credit: Pixabay.com
In response to Wrinkle Writing Prompt: Sunday Scribblings #3 found here
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