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

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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

Sharing…a poem for you today in honor of Earth Day. Not a pretty picture but a reality we see daily.

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…

Sharing…a poem today. Still on this winter theme…the snow is gone now and the sun is trying to shine.

My Autumn

No more laissez-faire

Sway of the hips

This post has been updated 3/4/21.

Springtime in my neighborhood is full of pinks, greens and yellows beginning in late March.  Here’s a little Spring time mood for all of you.  Has Spring sprung for you yet?  If not, I hope these images will put a little ‘Spring’ in your heart today…