Golden
this heart, this plea
no makeshift proposal
I am smitten, hard bitten, sold –
be bold!
Be bold!
say you are sold, also smitten
accept this proposal
this heart, forever
golden.
(A mirror cinquain for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge. Â I’ve also worked in the prompts of Fandango (makeshift) and Ragtag Community (bold). Â Image is from personal collection. Â A coloured version is available on KnutsonKr8tions at Redbubble.com.)
Imagine befriending genius –
accepting social awkwardness
embracing habitual quirks as
incubation for enlightenment.
If I could strip down, release
preconceived notions, agendas,
lie naked, exposed, in shallow
waters, intimately entwined,
unencumbered by sexuality
or gender protocols, I would
shake this sensual impotency –
become one with creativity.
As my father, wounded, I
am inhibited by my feminine,
opting for compliance over
strength, a conditioned identity.
His mystery extends, flawless
sculpting, archetypal secrets,
pretense proclaiming normalcy,
usurping vitality, genius stifled.
(Submitted in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #78. Â Click the link to see the quotation prompt. Â Imagining Genius first appeared here in Feb. 2016. Image from personal collection.)
No sound, no movement
the bullfrog obliges lens –
I am conqueror,
superior – then espy
miniscule me in his eye.
(A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion. Â Image from personal collection. Â I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all fit within this universe.)
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.)
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