Challenged in the Garden

Fireblossom and Mary gave us Toads some intriguing challenges this week, over in the Garden.

Fireblossom gave us a list of words to conjure up a poem.  She asked us to write an "A" list poem.

Write a poem using any of the following:

*any of the five-word sets

*use any combination of words from any of the sets

*use just ONE word

*or use ALL the words  

I chose this list: 

 

dignity
woven
innocence
desire
exploring

 ***via***

Crocheted dignity's

golden threads

  with glints of sentiment

exploring the winds of change

a web of desire

woven into my heart's innocence

exploring Rose hip hope

touching others

outlined with yellow wings

my sunny face outshines the moon

© Ellen Wilson

Mary challenged us to write a poem about Love, with a twist.

 
I would like you to do is to write a 'love poem' to / about something that you don't love in the least. In actuality, something you detest!  (yikes)

GET A LIFE

Red comb through

silver laced hair

mottles her dark mood

like mold it breeds

brooders

 she waits, watches

pecking, poking and peeking

her flighty mood

strikes and she clacks and clucks her

tongue to all, in her depths

She's a different breed

Ruffled feathers is her norm

She is a flight risk n' 

needs to get a life!

© Ellen Wilson

 

***via***

Yes, I am not a fan of gossip!

Two challenges

I am mixing Laurie's Friday challenge with Marian's  Weekend Mini challenge.
Laurie asked us to write about the term, Phantasmagoric!

(Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia) 1. Pertaining or relating to a phantasmagoria; of the nature of phantasmagoria; illusive; unreal.

(Wiktionary) 1. adj. Characterized by or pertaining to rapid changes in light intensity and colour. 2. adj. Characterized by or pertaining to a dream-like blurring of real and imaginary elements.

(WordNet 3.0) 1. adj. characterized by fantastic imagery and incongruous juxtaposition


Marian asked us to write a Cinquain.  The cinquain poem, while having the feel and style of Japanese forms like haiku and tanka, was created by American poet Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914).

Guidelines are:
  
 The cinquain is a five-line poem with the following characteristics, in decreasing order of importance:

1. Strict syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2
2. Strong title (important with such a tight poem)
3. Strong imagery (perhaps, even, an image per line)
4. Nature imagery, as in haiku or tanka (though I certainly vary from this!)
5. Juxtaposition or a clever “turn” at the end
6. Accented stress pattern (1-2-3-4-1) and initial capitalization were both used routinely by Crapsey (and are both present in her poems above) but have been all but abandoned in modern cinquain writing. I have not really focused on meter, but may make that my focus this weekend.

via ***

earthworms  

find a green home

I need a good manny petty

white roots show at six feet below

up yours  

via ***

 

I spy clouds

birds shadow my thoughts

wish for eco friendly view

 you shouldn't piss off Mother Nature

Uranus

 via ***

finger

golden eyes you

 all that glitters is not

born with a silver spoon in mouth

rusted

via ***

a flame

she looks like a moth

no that is buttermilk

no she is a rare grey-blue bloodhound breed

bug off

Susan gave us a Second Chance

Susan over in the Garden gave us a second chance with our poem.  She wanted us to play with the last line of a poem we had written and recreate a new poem.   I am rethinking my endings now, lol.   Thank you,  Susan for this fun idea...

Here’s the challenge: Look at five to ten of the latest poems you wrote and find last lines that are rich with possibility for a new beginning. If none of your last lines leap out at you, simply pick one you like and use it for today’s prompt. It will be the first line (or two) of your brand new poem—long or short—that you write this weekend. 

Life's weathered memories
wrapped in bridges of time...

arrive in newsprint n' sepia thoughts

woken by faded blooms 

pressed in brittle yellowed pages

hints of pale pink hues scent

past whispers 

 

Faded n' chipped pearls remember...

the dance of  tender

 green shoots filled

 with spindly hope

cascading towards

the indigo destiny

  

Humble beginnings planted

fragile and young

tucked in a delicate quilt of'

lavender dreams

washed with

 blessings

outlining the soul's

connected dots...

© Ellen Wilson

     

Mama Zen's Challenge

Mama Zen asked us to write about the difficult. A poem of 75 words or less that expresses the hard, something that we wrestle with...   Mama Zen I did squirm, I did!

 unique text

surrounds my sewing machine

vintage lace piled 

ideas dance in doubt

clouded gray

I want to create

tired of your

white gloves, your brass buttons and starched mood

leave me

in my piles of ideas, in my recycled treasures

I have so many, yet

I can't create

when you are here

you sucked my soul through a straw

you won't read my words

you don't see me

anymore

My muse won't come out when my hubby is home. She hides and tucks her ideas and thoughts in notebooks!   She waits, to be alone to create...

Double, Double Toil and Trouble

Fireblossom asked us to write a poem about doubletalk.  Yikes...so I went with the first dust mote that floated into my mind's eye.

I am an artist

glitter and dust on my dishes

blue paint fragments my hair

 tools layered with peeling glue fingerprints

passion's pink holds hopes hand

purple prose aligns

orange cheer cascades over my blue thoughts

torn lace n' thread on my floor

the yellow in me fades to query again

blue doubt pools

its salty kiss touches my lips

I am an artist

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Kim over at Poets United asked us to write a poem on Reflection!  Here is mine...
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Memories pool

in

languid dreams

tarnished

diamonds

coated with smoke

lost in a sea

of diffused ink

blueprints

erased

yet

lines

redrawn

as I begin again

to connect the

cheery dots

of me