Mini Challenge

Over in the garden, Kerry's daughter Jaime offered gorgeous photos for this week's mini challenge.
Kerry asked us to play with this form Shadorma.   It is a simple syllabic verse form.  It is most effective when written using strong words or phrases.

The Shadorma is:

1. a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines
2. syllabic, 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables per line.
3. unrhymed.

Bee in Bottlebrush

This flower reminded me of fireworks.  I went with this idea in my poem.

Hot sparks fly

as desire connects

Latin rhythm hums

steps invite

vertical tango begins

passion's fireworks~

 Growth

Green baby crawls

toward sun's juicy rays

birth of Hope

down to Earth

healing wisdom's potential

Mother Nature grins~

Thank you Jaime n' Kerry for this wonderful prompt~

Think Tank Thursday

I decided on Dream Catcher for our prompt #110 over at Poets United.  I thought it would capture many interesting poems~  I love the view, so far :D  

Dream Catcher 3by ~picasowannabe

                                Soon the tangerine rose will appear

                                          in the blue noted sky

                                                             a night of rituals

allows spirit guide to enter

gathering sacred fragments of the day

pinnacles of jewels threaded 
with transforming thread

scattered thoughts come through the wind

 the sun bleached ones remain

storm clouds gather in corners of the mind

they must be swept out
 yet some cobwebs remain

like a lost Eagle feather they remind us

of our tangled memories 
and outstretched limbs

a cloud comforts your head

a blue blanket of stars warms you

as your spirit soars and dances 
through the day's dust

sunlight diffuses and shines
 on the gems of your day

sweeping the valley of shadows outward

 to breath fresh air

as the shapes shift and the edges blur 

summer's light dapples with rain

where the flutter of wings glide across your pond

and paints new images of light

It is a Lunar moth 

you see her luminous glow

through the dark green spruce

the moon's night light winks at you 

the moth is peacefully flirting around tiny new leaves

of the Black Walnut Tree

Green ribbons of her light 
cascade in the breeze

you feel the wind and the edges of your day n' night blur

Your pathway is cleared

as your spirit guide departs

he/she whispers 

connect the truth

to your stars 

 

Vice Versa #11

Mary at  Poets United challenged us to write a poem,  with the words unique/ordinary and
condemn/praise.   She picked some great words for this challenge....

Ordinary Chronique 6by *BenoitPaille

 

Uniqueby ~Marsilea

 

 Umbrella shadows my saturated blue day yet

I see shadows engraved like diamonds through the radiant sun

My daily walk, my chores, my ordinary view of whiteness and concrete

 blurs the lines

 but at night I hear the stars whispers as they fall 

Their final dance a wish to dream on

Stacks of books to read, words to write, tests to study for

I feel condemned by a bland manilla world

my unquenchable curiosity is awaken by a poem

the words twist and turn like branches

hope is tucked in them, like green buds

their green veins extend and reach my heart and I feel 

the words come, they arrive like a fresh rain

 I so hope someone else sees my world 

and gives me praise

for seeing beyond the ordinary 

 

Poets and Toads unite in the Garden...

Over at Poets United the Think Tank Thursday prompt was Books...pick one and pen a poem. I hoped this would get us all talking about what we are reading and inspire our wish lists to grow ;D

 I'm reading this book, The Lost Wife by Alyson Richman. 

 "In pre-war Prague, the dreams of two young lovers are shattered when they are separated by the Nazi invasion. Then, decades later, thousands of miles away in New York, there's an inescapable glance of recognition between two strangers. Providence is giving Lenka and Josef one more chance."

Laurie at RT inspired us to write a poem with the word miscreant. 

 mis·cre·ant (mskr-nt)
n.

1. An evildoer; a villain.

2. An infidel; a heretic

 I decided to combine the two prompts and see where it would take me.  

 Fierce in the rhaw by ~xluvmexrabitx

dots of melancholy convey the sadness

pupils retract

puzzles of disconnect

puddle the pigments I have painted

 our hands like stars in destiny's sky

You took my breathe away

you were like a long branch of light 

and I your shadow

we were enraptured from our beginning

the delicate threads of us

soon unraveled

you lost on a sea of medical

expectations 

Me, adrift in my world of  family

palpable sadness like ghosts filled our world

fragile like glass beads

shattered dreams n' hopes brought on

 by a miscreant  

like weathered copper

he stole everyone's shine and filled

the world with hate.

lost souls

 separated by oceans

our feelings swim, but the current

sweeps us away

Fated elegance and time

gives us a second chance~

 

Word Count with Mama Zen

Mama Zen at RT challenged us  to write about our world in 35 words or less.  Sometimes poets go long, so this is a challenge...

Spring Bathby ^DemonMathiel

Sideways view of fractured light

lies in nature's twisted dance

reveal the beauty in the dust, the dirt 

and broken dreams

fresh hope

like spring rain

washes the memories

refocus

begin again 

Celebratory Post

I started this post yesterday, but having internet issues. I blame it on the heat wave.

Real Toads celebrated their birthday yesterday...it was also Nelson Mandela Day, in honor of his birthday.  He turned 94, what a remarkable spirit he has.  Kerry asked us to write a poem in his regard. He asked everyone(a world-wide appeal) to donate 67 minutes, of their time to serving others.  He has been in politics for 67 years,   

I thought about this and planned to do something else, but this is what happened.  My daughter wanted to show me, her latest Colorguard move.  She has been in camp all this week.  It is a day camp I drive her in the morning and pick her up. Okay, I let her drive ;D   We went outside on the front lawn.  My eighty year old neighbor, Mary was outside and she wandered over.  My daughter n' I were  hot n' tired, but we stayed outside and listened to her share her daughter's experience. She also was in the Colorguard, she rambled from this subject, to her family and then her health.  Some of it was nice to listen to, some a bit uncomfortable, but we could tell she was lonely. I asked her to come in, but she insisted she had a friend stopping by.   It reminded me to be more neighborly and donate more time to listening, to those who live alone.  We could be in their position someday...

 

It's Macro Time Againby *tdiguy

Twirling thoughts

encompass my day

solitude is rare

yet 

I want to

 collect

heart's

wisdom

our lives 

become

a circular routine

we dance in the axis of now, 

we

learn from

each other

sharing our stories

facets of our life

everyone can inspire

a poem

the recluse, the social butterfly

and yes, you

we are cursed and blessed

by time

be

unpredictable and

go outside the circle

be open to the

whispers of

new journeys

and discover

the landscapes

of another life's 

soul

 

Monk's Tale

Kerry at the Imaginary Garden gave us a mini challenge, to write about a Monk's Tale.  I chose the freestyle method.  I do hope to try the Huitain  poem form,  another time.  

I sip a

 silent prayer

 steeped in memories

soul's thirst quenched

by a dance of calm nectar

embraced by solitude

 in a sea of downy pearls

I meditate on 1000 day Red Jasmine

 time for prayers of the heart

my spiritual duties

fill my day

just one cup

allows

reflection on
SereniTEA 

Tea-2by ~OlgaVoronova