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.
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Sharing…a poem for you today in honor of Earth Day. Not a pretty picture but a reality we see daily.
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?
Today I’m responding to Colleen Chesebro’s Poetry Challenge Prompt: Circle of Life. The following is a form of Haiku, called a Senryu in a 3/5/3 syllable structure.
I had to look up these poetry definitions, too. I am more a free verse girl, when it comes to writing poetry. However, joining this challenge was a good brain bender. This kind of writing has a way of tweaking word patterns. I confess that I used the Syllable Counter because counting syllables quickly had me questioning my English language skills. *insert laugh track*
If you love to write poetry, do pop over to Colleen’s site to find out more about or join, her Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenges.
CIRCLE OF LIFE
Apple falls
Nearer the tree
Than I knew
I am you
And you could be me
Certainly
My journey
Ironic ending
Circles me
I said I wrote a Haiku. I didn’t say it was good. Learning…
Hello, dear friends. What’s been on my mind is our deteriorating environment and my role in it. Specifically thinking about the cost of convenience. As I place a crack-caffeine, coffee pod into my Keurig machine…I’ve come to realize I’m not doing my part.
#1000VoicesSpeak for Compassion today and on the 20th of every month. The subject this month? CONNECTION. We don’t always feel it. My first thought on this topic was how often I have felt disconnected but my constant connection has been nature. If you ever feel alone or lonely…
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