It’s time for Colleen’s photo prompt poetry challenge. I actually got to choose the photo for this challenge. I’m excited to see what everyone has written.
I’m once again joining the word witch, Colleen Chesebro, weekly poetry challenge, #photoprompt. I came up with three different Haikus for this photo as I played with words. Here is my favorite that turned into a #Senryu.
I’m joining in Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge today. It’s all about dreams…
Always in bloom
Her dreams took her
To faraway places
She hadn’t been before
A path that beckoned
Colors to entice her through
Darkest of days
Purple and green
And greys in between
Her dream as vivid as the
Lilac in late spring
-LT 7/2/20
Want to join in? Write up your own little poem and link back to Sue’s post.
#Poetry challenge #WritePhoto Purple and Green dreams…do you dream in color or black and white? Click To TweetI’m sharing a poem with you today. I wonder, can you relate? As much of my life lessons have taught me about valuing material goods over love and health, I don’t believe I’ve expressed it as well as with this verse.
Whoever “she” is has taught me, too.
#WritePhoto is a writing prompt created by Sue of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo . Sue has chosen this image with the word prompt ‘paint’. You can write poetry (free style), essay or a story using the image or the word. I’ve chosen the image.
#WritePhoto prompt. His True Love…need Kleenex. #LovePoem #poetry Click To TweetHis True Love Ash blew into his eye As he scattered her From the bridge Into the Creek below Lily pads will surround her And gracious trees will soothe her Just as she had asked To rest her burned bones Beneath the red bridge Where they first kissed He wiped his wet cheek With his shirt sleeve Dusted his true love From his jeans Thank you, my Love, he whispered As he replaced the lid of the urn Closing his eyes For a final goodbye He turned to leave The bridge swayed And the wind carried her scent Of lavender back to him
If you’d like to join in check out Sue’s page here.
Sharing a poem with you today. Dark self or someone real? You decide.
SHE DRESSED IN BLACK She dressed in black The scar on her cheek Was from an unknown attack. She laughed at my Pastel-colored shirt. Her baby talk and tattoos Incongruent with her smirk. As she lit her cigarette She asked me why I was so naïve. To think I could Break away From this Structure that was Destined to me. "Besides," she asked "Could you live without The luxury you’ve known?" She said, "Give me a call When you’re ready To go." Then she kicked at a stone With her Doc Marten toe. Her laughter fell flat On the side of the road. Her sarcasm Crawled beneath my skin And lingered... Daring me to begin.
image source: Photo by Abdiel Ibarra on Unsplash
My challenge response to Colleen Chesebro’s #Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge; synonyms only. The two words colleen has given for the challenge are fancy and idea. Without using the words but using only their synonyms, I have written a Tanka poem:
One Bite
I had a notion
To cook a grandiose meal
For my ex-lover
One bite of lace-like latkes and
He would aim to undress me
-LT
Feel free to join in the challenge. Have fun with words.
Have you ever cooked for someone with the idea of seduction?
I was out for a walk on Sunday, minding my social distance. I walked through a schoolyard which was completely empty. There were tennis courts and baseball fields at the other end. The tennis courts, I’d noticed have been kind of busy lately.
This makes sense since you can play and maintain social distance from each other.
But I noticed there were four men on one court playing ‘doubles’. I also noticed all of their sport bags, coats and water bottles in one big pile by the court. I was amazed. There didn’t seem to be a single care about spreading the virus. So much for self quarantine.
What a silly decision.
Naturally, I wrote a poem about it.
Tennis In the Time of Corona Virus
Never before has
Doubles tennis looked so sinister
The men leapt, reached and ducked
On the court
I imagine sweat and saliva
Dripping from one to the other
The handsome young men
Not a care in the world
For the spread of a virus
With no cure
Caution to the wind
As their rackets swung
Next week one of them
Will lose their sense of taste
Break a fever and reminisce
In isolation, of his victory
On the court of death
His friends will follow suit
Strong, athletic men
If only they had played
Singles tennis
They may have lived another day
But they jeered a virus
That cannot be contained
All for a game
and shameless exhibition
of who is the best
But mother nature
She doesn’t play around
Nor should we
In the time of Corona Virus
Stay healthy everyone and if you play tennis, make sure you stick to singles game.
How are you getting your exercise during self quarantine?
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