I sit on my white throne and think, How each plop is clear and distinct. And how, as you well know, It’s all gone with the flow, And someone else is stuck with the stink! Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ode”. Find a one- or two-syllable word that rhymes with “ode,”.
I wrote a poem from words that came from a jewelry catalog: cut, bend, wrap, bring, create, choose, hold, release, know, abrade, spiral, materials, gems, mountain, wires, lifetime, pieces, generations, crystal, pendant, ruby, silk, faceted The gems of a lifetime are created not just within mountains but wherever we go.We bring with us the materials … Continue reading Found Words – A Poem?
This is my first shot at free verse. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. He sits at the foot of my bed His words a river Filling the empty lake Of his daughter’s soul. Those days when my spine quivers, He becomes the mountain at my back. When I worry myself into a knot He is … Continue reading This Man
How am I frustrated? Let me count the ways! Frustration to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when quarantined from sight. My hands untouched are waiting for your grace. My anger grows with freedom gone for days Thus my quiet need becomes bright light. It irks me freely, but to protest … Continue reading Confinement
Sill trying my hand at poetry. This is a Korean form called Sijo. You can learn more from the Sejong Cultural Society Quarks, cells, and stars in her head; sharp and aware of here and now.Living room graced by Fairies, fantasy is reality.Slowly unbecoming, I must find for her a safe place.