Fiery Sadness

Collage writing prompt by MindloveMisery's Menagerie.
shared with Poets United

Quotes by Patti Smith

"Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire" 

"Got to lose control before you take control."

i spiral 

downward

desire 

lost

of toys

of nature

of man

of me

i spiral

Legacy

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die" HP Lovecraft is the quote included in Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's Collage Prompt today.  I am also sharing this with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads' The Tuesday Platform.


As we taste the sins of living
with no thoughts of mortality
we collect
things that live on after us
to tell our tale of waste

Stand not in a jar
to preserve death nor life
live a tale of love
that will sing far longer
far stronger than things we gather

A Twofer

A poetry prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menangerie Shadorma and Beyond requested a Shadorma and possibly a Tanaga.  With my photos as inspiration, I have attempted both styles of poetry.

(Shadorma)

Spring water

with bubbles floating

happily

heavenly

gather speed over gravel

passing watercress

(Tanaga)

Spring water flows swiftly past
Clearly crossing gravel fast
Bubbles danced and winked at me
Boots in water so happy!

Addiction

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Collage 12 writing prompt and 

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Tuesday Platform

i found out
i couldn't juggle
the ups
the downs

someone said
take this you feel good
I flew
into the dark stars

fell flat on my face
thought that
was worth the trip
looked for more

live only for more
don't make no difference
just a high any high
so's i could believe

i was somebody
i could juggle
i was a super hero
high

with ups there's downs
dark stars closed in
dark spaces between
kept the secret

it fried my soul
used up
nothing to trade
i fell into the fire

alone not high
with no real heart
i pick up pieces
to learn to juggle again

Ki-Anne and Hay(nu)ku

 Ki-Anne

 daydreams quietly 

of sawing cedar

The aroma rises

from the

cut

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie with B&P Shadorma & Beyond challenges us with a new form of poetry writing today.  This is a hay(nu)ku with a reverse, I think. Sharing it with Open Link Night at  dVerse~Poets Pub.

Blue Is The Right Color

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

BLUE IS THE RIGHT COLOR

For carefully folded paper stars

for words that try to hold their meaning

for raindrops that never reach the soul

Blue is the right color

for dreams of youth

cast upon life's Ferris Wheel

torn, worn, scattered

Blue is the right color

when memories hold you

with nothing left 

except the unraveling

Rooster Cogburn

Enjoys a tomato

His right eye is blinded

but manages with one eye just fine.

Rooster Cogburn sings his epitaph

I can endure much but not that

Since a quarter to three

He's crowed constantly

Water boils in the chicken vat!

Seriously RC is still improving.  The dogs take turns protecting him. My sister brings him treats and I keep him well fed.  He is only brave enough to crow after dark when the ruffians can't find him.

Today I heard Lizzy's sharp bark.  

This is what I found.

Lizzy was politely telling RC that was her food.

I got the "Gee, Mom, this is my bowl!"

 Lizzy finally gave up.

I wonder if she will protect him tonight?

Also for Tale Weaver #37 Pet Story

He Reminds Me Of Uncle Bill

“Somewhere in Between” by Anne Worner CC BY-SA 2.0.

For Mindlovemisery's Photo Challenge #84

Uncle Bill faced life head on and if that meant running over some people along the way, so be it.  He ran over his wife and his children and never looked back. He had a mean streak in him a mile long but a streak of kindness just as big.

He was a Union man with an extraordinary work ethic and a drinking problem which he later traded for a gambling boat addiction.  

Uncle Bill trained all his dogs to take off his socks at the end of the day.  We thought it was a neat trick but Uncle Bill covered his physical ailments as well as his mental ones.

His final years were shared with a good woman that accented his playfulness and gave him the unconditional love he had always looked for in a bottle.  Family became important again.  He loved as fiercely as he had run from love in his youth.

Even lost in Alzheimer's he knew the love of his life and when she passed Uncle Bill died too. 

The Topaz

Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

shared with Poets United

I was the topaz

between two diamonds

a Poe-ish love

Paris was a dream

talked of in tree houses

on rainy days

The passion of young love

the sadness of loss

could be tasted

in our tiptoed kiss

and then

I moved away

MLMM's Freedom and The Doors

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Loop Poetry

Freedom

Blocked by walls

walls with doors

doors opened to freedom

freedom to explore

The Doors

Classic rock

birthed easily

by The Doors

rock's "rock god"

Jim Morrison left too soon

the music lives on

All Is Well?

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie-Collage
and
Poets United:  Poetry Pantry

A past summer day
of fireflies apples and daisies
does not cover
the fallen stars of our nation

Some wear many bracelets
but dedicated to none
we swirl and twist our causes
careful to keep them secret

While we still refuse
to remove the glasses
those rose colored glasses
that erroneously confirm
All is well

I Paint

More and more I seem drawn to the daily prompts at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie.  There is a new and varied prompt every day with an open link for a week.  This is my favorite part because there are many times I write something only to discover a link is no longer active.

Jumping In

I paint

A lone figure
Armed to create
Heading to a nebulous copse
There's no menace
I exhale

No infections
Except the atavistic influence
That flows through my veins
Cranberry pastel
Bony fingers paint

I came to create
With canvas and brush in hand
I step through the door
That births art
Dipping my brush in Ichor

I paint

Japanese Death Poem

Jisei
Hanging by threads
I could have enjoyed more color
As a mother I loved you both
more than life
I let go
stepped back
and wondered
how I could have loved you
better

dverse~Poets Pub presents a prompt to write a Japanese Death Poem or Jisei...the last words before you die.  I have combined that prompt with the collage prompt from MindLoveMisery's Menagerie.

I am also adding a link to Poets United: Poetry Pantry.  Thank you all for encouraging me to write.

Searching

– Rebeca Cygnus

In the dark I reach

to find color

form

 direction

Eternally searching

for the answer

Am I the Assassin Bug

or the wild flower?

MindLoveMisery's Menagerie 

Photo Challenge

A Wise Crow

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie 

Writing Prompt

The crow warned him

"Do not give your heart"

"She's mad but she's magic"

the poor lost soul replied

His slate wiped clean

by opiates shared

He was buried beneath the tree

as she escaped by air

also submitted to
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
The Tuesday Platform

Tranquility

There are spots upon the land

Where magic always grows

Beauty born by Nature's hand

Hidden deep to touch the soul

I'm blessed I'm proud to say

It's never the same place twice

A spot finds me every day

I smile, sigh and soak in the sights

And if I'm very lucky

Which I often am

I sooth my feet in water rocky

And simply know "I am."

For MindLoveMisery's Menagerie 

Open Link Night dVerse~Poets Pub

My Epitaph

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
B&P Shadorma and Beyond – The Epitaph 
The challenge is to write our own epitaph.

Here's lies Gail
end of trail swinging
on the gates
heavenward
she's giving the angels hell
no surprise...it's Gail

Also sharing with Poets United:  Poetry Pantry

Birds' Eye View

Confucius  "It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop"

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie 

buzzards surf updrafts

over wilderness cafe

viewing the menu

Time

Weekend Mini-challenge 

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

With picture prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie 

sharing with Poets United Poetry Pantry

After midnight we turn
into what we were
party's over
masks are dropped

Locking ourselves
in rooms of regret
we question the realities
of time after time

Like Alice the sign says eat
we do
the hands drop from time
as Poe's Raven screams Nevermore

Crowned

Natalia Drepina

Prompt for Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Autumn is close
hands still ashen
from summer fires
pick, preserve, ready
for winter's mire

Gather wood
to warm winter
nights a woman
crowned with work
but few delights