Do days sometimes feel, to you, like dominoes falling?
Not in a terrible, “everything is falling down all around me” way, but just like, you’re standing back and watching something unfold and you’re not quite sure how it’s all going so quickly.
Also, you think that if you could see it from a different perspective, you just might catch a pattern, but from where you stand, it’s just a bunch of dominos.
All that to say, I have a few poems for you. :)
Keeping up with a month’s worth of prompts (or a month of anything, really … such as a diet) has never been a strong suit for me. I usually start to fizzle out somewhere in the third week.
So, some of these poems are kind of short. Okay, really short.
Also, I would venture to say that, even for writers and avid readers of poetry, when it comes to reading poems, one can only absorb so much at a time …
… so instead of catching up completely by sharing five poems, I’m just posting three for now.
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Apparently, Beluga the cat had some things he wanted to say. I just had to move the laptop away and the overabundance of punctuation marks above belong to him.
Seems he’s a fan of full stops. I can take a hint.
Without further ado, the poems:
April 19 Prompt: write an emotion poem
Note: I had a lot of fun with the found poem by Puddleglum, so I thought of doing another found poem for this prompt.
When thinking of an emotional character, Anne with an ‘e’ was the prime contender who came to mind. Anne Shirley, from the classic book Anne of Green Gables.
So, here’s another found poem.
“imagining all the things”
to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine
dwelling in marble halls
the most beautiful pale blue silk dress
to live near a brook
starry violet eyes
the trees talking in their sleep
to be a gull
wake up at sunrise and swoop down over the water
to be a bee and live among the flowers
a white velvet carpet with roses
to stay here forever and ever
April 20 Prompt: write a poem with at least three of these six words:
bear, collar, flair, hear, praise, ramble
Note: at least once, I wanted to get ahead of the game. These poetry prompts are posted at midnight. (I know, I know, midnight is hardly late for some of you, but my energy and creativity fade the later it gets.) I wrote this one as soon as the prompt came, and then promptly fell asleep.
Counting Stars
These words someplace between concise
and a ramble, these thoughts wandering among the flare
of stars, the flair it must take to maintain a slow
burn for 93 million miles or more, and that at a minimum.
Do you only see their burning slits in the sky? Or
do you also hear their song? Could you bear the thought
of uncountable stars, each named which means
known which means loved? Is this what it means to praise?
I would collar the galaxy and wring out the lonely
spaces, leaving space only for blazing light years of song.
April 21 Prompt: trope
Note: tropes are a common plot device. I’m not sure this counts, but I went with a dark and stormy night. And as promised, a very short poem…
Dark and Stormy Night
All the worst
things happen on a dark
and stormy night
but sometimes
the best things,
too.
Nimbus also wanted a moment in the limelight, so here she is, lurking below Beluga, and clearly planning something.
I should totally write a cat poem this month, just for fun. I am surrounded by so much feline inspiration … as you can see.
I love that you left Beluga's punctuation in.