Do fiddle together, they say,
as if man lust were in want
when his smooth, cool music
fingers my girly drives
are I ugly – not gorgeous?
Some waxy, like rust,
saying one of thousand
not sad, but like rain
are sky-suited.
(Fridays are Magnetic Poetry day. Â Play online. Image from personal collection.)
Risk-taking equates with freedom,Â
an affirmation from my iced tea’s cap
manna, I decide – message welcome
encouragement in life choices apt.
An affirmation from my iced tea’s cap
I overlook the mass produced twist
encouragement in life choices apt
consumerism’s ploy I can’t resist.
I overlook the mass produced twist
sensibility to magic will succumb
consumerism’s ploy I can’t resist
Risk-taking equates with freedom
Sensibility to magic will succumb
empowered by assembly-line crap
risk-taking equates with freedom
inspired, my spirit does readily adapt.
Inspired, my spirit does readily adapt
sensibility to magic will succumb
even a message from a bottle cap
enough to risk in favour of freedom.
(This month dVerse poets are examining the Pantoum, a form I am finding difficult to follow, but willing to keep trying. I have rewritten the original Magic In a Bottle to fit this form.)
The knight’s bravado
is all well and good, until
the dragon wakens.
(A haiku for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? challenge – the featured photograph.)
One rose
dripping red, like blood from thorns –
a warning? a promise?
even roses die –
love, too?
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.)
(Image: Â A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)
An innocent sip
too late
awareness dawns –
spiked!
Nausea rolls in
room spins
assailant offers
a hand, a ride,
the regal miss
shakes her head
wobbles, hand
held out warns
to no avail –
vomit sprays
victorious spew
depraved perp’s
plot thwarted.
(Unfortunately based on a true story. Even though she and her friends watched each other’s drinks, the bartender was in on the ploy. Thank God my daughter escaped further harm. Women shouldn’t have to worry about this on a night out.
Written for dVerse pub where De Jackson is hosting with the prompt ‘spike’. Also linking up with Ragtag Community – spray; and Fandango – regal.)
Duck’s disposition
I admire – to glide, sail
through rainy weather.
(For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku challenge: Â swim & float. Â Image from personal collection.)
Found a key
stashed away
forgotten
origin unknown
purpose equally
mysterious
an inkling
seeping regret –
too late
realization
dawns –
I’m the keeper
and the treasure –
hold the power,
except
No one told me.
Gave it all away
Found a key
stashed away
lock long broken.
(This poem was inspired by the image Hélène supplied for her What Do You See? challenge.  The poem was having difficulty forming itself, but when I saw Reena’s image for her Exploration Challenge, the pieces fell together.  Thank you both for prodding my muse.)
Fertile is love –
an ancient fruit tree
soft and up-giving
were life root
almost too wet –
moony world
Secret: Â I wither,
am stone berry –
no rain at lake
walk bucolic earth
follow winter cover
shed colour
watcher,
will live,
do.
(Friday is Magnetic Poetry day. Â Image is from personal collection.)
No more than a sparrow, am I
numbered among the ordinary;
brightly I sing, though inwardly shy
of people and shadows I am wary.
Numbered among the ordinary
I flit about virtually unseen –
of people and shadows I am wary,
head down I carry out my routine.
I flit about virtually unseen,
require little to make me content;
head down I carry out my routine
forage between furrow and cement.
Require little to make me content,
brightly I sing though inwardly shy,
forage between furrow and cement,
no more than a sparrow, am I.
(dVerse’s form of the month is the Pantoum. Â Image is from my own collection.)
A trill,
a flash of red,
note unmistakeable –
loves echoes scatter through the air
hearts soar…
(Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge is a Crapsey Cinquain. Â Visit the site to check out the details. Â Image is from my own collection.)
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