The susurration of sea-waves on the shore leaves the sand salty, sulphury and citrusy the sun gilds the grains in glittering golden glow moonlight; sapphire-silvery, sweet imbues the beach with shimmery, pearlescence but it is the stardust that imparts that pepperiness to the sand.
Written for Sadje’s wdys and dVerse quadrille Monday. Today I am the host and we have to write a poem if exactly 44 words including the word pepper or any form of it.
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.
Your name was inscribed in the lines of my palm our love inscribed in the realms of storms the coarseness of the sand I feel on your palms brings the vast seas to my heart, roaring capriciously and then tranquil, by turns.
The tempestuous tides forever interwoven with your heartbeats, respond automatically to the pull and push of the moody moon the unfathomable depth of the oceans reflects in your eyes (from the stormy greys to the muddied browns) hiding subtly the underlying passion I savour the sweetness of the brackish seas on your lips, my carnation lips atingle with a taste defying any definition!
Even when your hand slips away from mine our lines entwined bind us together like the sea and the moon that are forever bound sometimes close, at others afar leaving my landlocked home awash with sea spray.
Today’s prompt challenges you to also write a love poem, one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places.
You are my kind not the tall, willowy type you grow not on vine but a full-girthed bush
short-lived but disease free easy to tend and take care of blessing with cukes abundantly you are my kind, for sure!
pimpled, yet succulent cooling, crunchy and calorie free O bush pickle! your summer appearance makes the hot humid weather palatable
brined or with salt and chilli pepper marrying your taste with condiments I love my breakfast/lunch/dinner with you you are the perfect accompaniment.
Today’s challenge asks you to write a poem that contains the name of a specific variety of edible plant – preferably one that grows in your area. In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you. Also, include at least one repeating phrase.
The edges of photographs are yellowed the memories are a bright ochre citrus reminiscences flood in she had held the pale moon in her palms that night.
Her turmeric stained hands are blue veined her sallow skin a whisper of what it was life had flitted-fluttered to golden years but a sliver of regret sometimes causes chartreuse pain.
In blinding yellow an elusive image lurks the name hovers in the realm of forgetfulness loving faces crowd out all doubts with her hand in his calloused one, she knows all is well.
Written for Sadje’s wdys and dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, says… Let’s have fun with yellow. You can write about the colour itself, or just sneak something yellow into your poem. A yellow bucket, a daffodil, an autumn leaf floating in a puddle. Let’s get to the yolk of the egg and the heart of the daisy. Let’s pour custard, let’s sprinkle turmeric, let’s smear mustard! Let’s yellow.
Burn them, they said in frenzy/they said about books condemning ink and paper/ that ignite the soul memories cannot be abolished or shredded/ nor let one sleep Tyrants fear writers/ so praise the written word history is not a set of books/ it is a way of life illuminating hearth and heart.
Written for Sadje’s wdys and for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura has invited us to play with opposites, cleaving them in fact. Fun Fact: Cleave is a contranym, a word with 2 opposite meanings: i) split or sever. ii) become strongly involved with or emotionally attached to.
Thus we are taking an opposing word pair as theme prompt and writing two distinct poems, which then combine as one larger composition i.e. whilst they are distinct the 2 poems also should converse/relate with/to each other
A. Choose ONE of these paired opposites for your two poem’s theme whilst also including the chosen word somewhere in the body of each poem
admit – deny;
amuse – bore;
beg – offer;
condemn – praise;
fix – break;
mix – sort;
scatter – collect;
B. And with your chosen antonym pair, write your poem(s) in ONE of these poetry forms:
THE CONTRAPUNTAL – 2 poems that are distinct from one another but together can be read as one poem. They can be adjacent columns or fit alternately (italicised , boldened, indented to distinguish one from another if desired)
THE CLEAVE –so similar to the above to be almost indistinguishable – I’ve seen it defined as 3 poems but ‘the inventor’ only states 2! Seems the poems blend together across each line to make one poem.
The REVERSO – two poems in one with the 2nd one being read from the bottom to the top.