I am looking for inspiration
I try a few words at random
I look back at some old works
I scan my images
But I have nothing
Where is the muse?
I’m left dry
Empty
Blank
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today was poet’s choice. I had nothing, so… I wrote a nonet. ;)
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Photo is me with my “Covid-long hair” – I’m going for that early 1970s Prog Rock star look ;)
Spring
Sun light
Warming days
Still frosty nights
I tromp through the woods
New growth shoots welcome me
The trees are budding, promising life
Glowing yellows and baby greens
But I spot a flash of burgundy
The first rich, Earthy color of the year
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Everyone notices those bright flowers
Those extroverts of nature stand out
Flashy in their new spring wardrobe
Glowing in the springtime sun
What about the hidden?
What flowers are dark?
Who speaks of soil
Black and rich?
Hidden
You
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week we were asked to write on a theme given by Kat. The theme was “Pick a Flower and using one of the syllabic forms we use, tell us why it is special to you.” I chose to use a double etheree. And the flower I chose was the trillium, but that red trillium I see in New Hampshire, not the white ones I grew up with in Ohio. And yes, if you read my coffee post, that photo at the top may be one of the photos I use for my spring coffee shares…
I’m looking for you
Misplaced amongst the misplaced
Unseen in the mess
I know I will locate you
When there is no longer need
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week was a synonyms only week. The words given were search and lost. I wrote a tanka.
That hair out of place
A little laugh at nothing
A stare into space
Some may see your perfection
I see what makes you special
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I wrote a tanka.
Yes, another of my drawings. I posted a “colorized” version of this a few weeks ago.
Old brown leaves
Purple pushes through
Life renews
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week were asked to write either a haiku or a senryu. I chose a haiku. And, yes, I have used that crocus in several posts this last week ;)
She is listening
When the tree falls in the woods
One is there to hear
Nature sees through smoke and snow
Can life ever be alone?
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week the challenge was an image which we were to write an Ekphrastic poem (a poem that explores art). The poem at the top of the page was provided by D.L. (Denise) Finn. I wrote a tanka.
At last we can have our dance, alone
The smell of life is in the air
Your presence makes me feel young
Your flesh so inviting
A bit of pleasure
A bit of pain
Just one bite
Immortal
Dead
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week there week a theme of Immortality was chosen by Merril D. Smith. I immediately thought of vampires. Didn’t you? ;) I wrote a nonet.
Last season’s harvest
Lasts through the long, cold winter
A forgotten lore
With modern ways we forget
Ancient wisdom to live by
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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week was poet’s choice. I chose a tanka.
This is another drawing I recently found. I just colorized it today. Back before refrigeration and shipping from all over the world, people had to make their vegetables last all winter. By March there would be little choice left…
Places in the fog
Once familiar yet different
Past and future twirl
A crack in the Universe
Is it in my mind or real?
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week we were to work with the concept of “Dreams“. I chose to write a tanka.
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What does the image at the top have to do with the subject of the poem? A few months back I had a really strange dream. While trying to describe it to Sue Vincent, I decided to draw a quick picture. I later added it to the post (which you can see if you go to the post).
Thunder in my ear
Torrent pulls all into void
But then there is you
Storm’s raging maelstrom paints grey
Your bright rainbow shields me
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This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week she provided the wonderful photo at the top. What we wrote was up to us, though she suggested doing an Ekphrastic and to talk about the psychology of color. I chose to write a tanka.
