You spin grandiose turmeric-indigo dreams encompassing the eiffel and the eye
you paint the skies vivid lettuce green cabbage clouds melt in the summer heat
you weave whimsical seasons of love rescuing my heart from the cycles of highs and lows
Over the town by Marc Chagall
you sweep me off my high-heeled shoes carrying me over the hills and the dingle
you build a magnificent castle of passion leaving behind mundane grey and red dwellings
you make love soar, defy gravity kite-like we float, not as two, but as one.
Written for David’s W3 for POW Melissa’s ekphrastic prompt based on the above two paintings. Also for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt and Kerfe’s random word generator.
I watch disinterestedly as Miss ladybug wanders seeking attention the nimble goldfish giddily flaps and rolls feeding on the grass, the obese snail eyes the tomatoes but the last straw is the sneaky cats trying to pat my head!
I am usually good-natured but this shocking attempt to usurp my place is galling! I am off to the railway station will you send the car to transport me there?
Written for Sadje’s wdys and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt using words from Kerfe’s random word generator.
On a typical misty morning when the hush is broken by the birds leaving their nests the elderly woman in an inexpensive apparel takes her daily route the prickly cactus, the malicious ants no deterrent buckets balanced on her frail shoulders she is on her same daily run no complain, no regret she knows not life outside her village accepting with equanimity the lot handed to her.
Written for Sadje’s wdys and Kerfe’s random word generator.
Giddy toads with rambunctious joy jump into streams naughty kittens wearing mittens chase the bewildered deer the skinny elephant bird’s hysterical cackle disrupts the lyrical afternoon
Under the single, gigantic banyan tree in the company of the singing dryades I sit sewing similes in my stanzas embroidering posies of poesies gathering gardenias of grace and trying to tessellate words in shapes
The sun is at a slant, dappling the afternoon the earthy flavour of autumn is like the lingering taste of first kiss leaves on last breath shake and dazzle a last time I gather my motley thoughts and stuff hoping the night would offer cushiony clouds festooned with amaranth and verdigris dreams.
Today write a poem titled “The ________ of ________,” where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal, and the second blank is an abstract noun. The poem should contain at least one simile that plays on double meanings or otherwise doesn’t quite make “sense,” and describe things or beings from very different times or places as co-existing in the same space.
Written using Kerfe’s random word generator. Sharing at dVerse OLN.
Don’t run amok; raw and naked – I beseech let me dress you in some smooth silky similes.
she smirks slyly – what! no masquerading metaphors today? let’s get adventurous with alluring alliteration ahoy! let’s set the pages ablaze with vivid imagery or how about some scintillating syntax symmetry! I look like plain prose otherwise – she pouted plaintively.
Oh! so now you will tell me how I should write you? if it is so easy, why don’t you fall in rhythm and rhyme on your own?
my fingertips are hurting from counting syllables my mind is in a whirl conjuring a verse readable should I be clever and incomprehensible surreal or markedly relatable if I don’t get right meter and feet I wonder if you are even worthy of being called a poem!
Harrumph! Now that you have strung me your pen pirouetting on paper off I go to entice your reader don’t try to fiddle with me any further you had fun writing me, that’s all that matters!
Today, I challenge you to write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”) This might seem a little “meta” at first, or even kind of cheesy. But it can be a great way of interrogating (or at least, asking polite questions) of your own writing process and the motivations you have for writing, and the motivations you ascribe to your readers.
Written for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly prompt and Kerfe’s random word generator.
Leaning too far right makes them maniacal everything is either black or white they are impervious to the greys with scant regard for inclusivity.
Their brain goes through a change that is chemical irreversible is the damage done common sense it, for sure, waylays replacing it with typical perversity.
Quizzical looks don’t affect their hides political they brand others as anti-state erratic, jumbled and bitter their ways what do they know of diversity!
lackadaisical in work but their beliefs fanatical with them around doomsday is neigh and everyone pays.
Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Björn, has invited us to try our hand at a new poetic form bref double. The rhyme scheme can be
axbc-axbc-axbc-ab abxc-abxc-abxc-ab
I have followed the former. Check the site for more details.
I have used words from Jane’s random word generator.
At night the psychotic wind went berserk the evasive brown grass waved crabbily bits of paper twisted and turned curvy like energetic juveniles the urban jumble whispered grumpily till dawn
in the morning bathed in the alluring golden glow the sentinel trees stand quietly watchful monsoon’s remnant lies undisturbed but these dregs do tell a bitter story of displaced and moody seasons waylaid by human greed chagrined seasons restlessly look for home having lost their compass they have turned bitter with malice
no cooing flocks of doves to offset the terrifying truth the deserted path tells a tale that has no listeners.
Written for dVerse poetics. Also inspired by Sadje’s wdys and Jane’s random word generator. Today’s host at dVerse, Lillian, says: Write a poem on any topic in any poetic form, that includes at least one of the flavors of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the list. You can check the list here.
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