Poem: A Stormy Affair

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 6, July 6th

Prompt: And I Quote Again

(form:  Triolet)

A Stormy Affair

The shock and awe of flash and boom
bring on a spirited deluge.
As thunder rolls, summer storms bloom
the shock and awe of flash and boom.
Emotions race, soon harsh words zoom.
Unlike the storm, there’s no refuge
when shock and awe of flash and boom
bring a dispirited deluge.

Poem: A Beginning

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 5, July 5th

Prompt: You Begin

(form:  Triolet)

A Beginning

This is not the beginning of me,
but it is a beginning.
Just as seasons come and go, you see,
this is not the beginning of me.
Each summer, a new time to be free.
Winds blow, suns rise, time’s a-spinning
This is not the beginning of me,
but it is one more beginning.

Poem: A Shell Collecting

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “Life is a Beach” Gauntlet.

beachDay 17, July 17th

Prompt: Put Into Words (Ekphrasis)

 

A Shell Collecting

She walks the beach collecting shells
devoid of the life they once held.
Trudging daily through ebbs and swells,
she walks the beach collecting shells-
catharsis for the pain that dwells
within her heart, who’s fire’s been quelled.
She walks the beach collecting shells,
devoid of the life she once held.

 **Poetic Bloomings has In-Form Wednesdays.  This week is Ekphrasis.

Poem: Bird Food

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “Life is a Beach” Gauntlet.

“Seagull in flight” by Jiyang Chen. Distributed via Wikimedia Commons.

Day 10, July 10th

Prompt: Seagulls (Triolet**)

 

Bird Food

The caw caw caw of the seagull
can be heard while closing on food.
Desiccated, my senses dull,
the caw caw caw of the seagull,
perched on my drifting piece of hull,
has got me coming quite unglued.
The caw caw caw of the seagull
can be heard while closing on food.

**Poetic Bloomings has In-Form Wednesdays.  This week the form is the Triolet.

Poem: Learn and Live

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry Prompt 226, 3 July 2013.  Topic: informative poem

(form: Triolet)

Learn and Live

We’ve interrupted this broadcast
to tell you that you’re missing life.
You may have screwed up in the past.
We’ve interrupted this broadcast.
Done and gone, all mistakes don’t last.
Get up, dust off, learn from the strife.
We’ve interrupted this broadcast
to tell you that you’re missing life.

Poem: My Favorite Recipe

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 13, 13 Nov 2012.
Topic: a letter poem and a recipe poem
Topic suggested by:  Michael Grove

(form: triolet)

My Favorite Recipe

a pinch, a rub, a dash, a sprinkling
turn up the heat and give me hot, Love
you’ll like this dish, I’ve got an inlking
a pinch, a rub, a dash, a sprinkling,
the fire there in your eye’s a-twinkling
tasting flesh you can’t get enough of
a pinch, a rub, a dash, a sprinkling,
turn up the heat and give me hot love

 

Poem: A Righteous Fire

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2012 April PAD Challenge: Day 7, 7 Apr 2012, topic:  rejection

(form: triolet)

A Righteous Fire

Who are they to reject me
based upon my looks alone?
When I’m more than they can see,
who are they to reject me?
A righteous fire they will free
and to all it will be known
who they are who reject me
based upon my looks alone.

Poem: Solace in the Dark

Poem created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2012 April PAD Challenge: Day 6, 6 Apr 2012, topic:  hiding/hidden

(form: triolet)

Solace in the Dark

When I can look no longer in your eyes,
I’ll find solace in the dark
where I’ll hide away from all my lies.
When I can look no longer in your eyes,
when mirrored in them is what you despise,
I’ll hide away, forever cold and stark.
When I can look no longer in your eyes,
I’ll find solace in the dark.

Poem: Slave to the Grind

Poems created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day29, 29 Nov 2011.  Topics (two for Tuesday): evening poem and/or day time poem

(form: triolet)

Slave to the Grind

Day in, day out, a slave to the grind
for the paying of the bills, bills, bills
to me, fortune’s eye is turned and blind
Day in, day out, a slave to the grind
a second job I might have to find
less time at home, the thought gives me chills
Day in, day out, a slave to the grind
for the paying of the bills, Bills, BILLS!

Poem: Whenever I Finish Writing

Poems created in response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2011 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day21, 21 Nov 2011.  Topic: “Whenever <blank>”

(form: triolet)

Whenever I Finish Writing

Whenever I finish writing
I’ve a mixed bag of emotions.
Satisfaction comes alighting
whenever I finish writing,
followed shortly by nail-biting,
drifting listless on word oceans.
Whenever I finish writing
I’ve a mixed bag of emotions.