I wrote this little poem as a challenge: Choose one element and write about it. I chose AIR and VERSE.

What element attracts you? Water, fire, earth or air? I tend toward water but Air is my birth sign…so I chose her.

Air is breath of life, our souls. It is the power harnessed to create energy. It is also the ‘mother of thought’ and corresponds to communication and the colors yellow and white.

Inspired by the brief beauty of the season, I’ve penned “Prelude to Winter”. Enjoy her before winter pounces.

The lovely Balroop Singh’s new book of poetry, I’m happy to announce, is available for purchase this week! I can’t wait to delve into this one! She has generously put it on sale until the end of the week. Help me congratulate Balroop on her newest book of poetry, Magical Whispers.

Sharing a poem today written by Nora M. Parker.

The Aging of the Shrew

I remember when you were young
Nothing could stop the chorus song
            Of your refrain from truth.

Now you’re an abandoned bride
Old but not necessarily wise.
The script you rehearsed line by line
                   No longer applies.

A Matron saint with no one to ordain
Your time has come to
                        Leave it undone.

 Admit your wrongs, imbibe your sins
 With one last kiss
			    Dead from within.

-NMP

Photo by Charisse Kenion on Unsplash

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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…

Purple and Green

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.

I’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.

His 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