Good Night Sweet Sister.

RIP Aretha Franklin .

One of the best soul singers ever.

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August Stanza. 16

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Haibun.

Care for caring’s sake

Care weighs heavy on me. The light struggles with the dark clouds. I sit in the lounge as the clock ticks and the rain hits the window. I breath slowly trying to rid the fear and pain within. Events from the evening before fill my mind. Words taken out of context only tell half story. I care when I should not, it will be taken up and thrown back at me.

Care for caring’s sake

Rips my soul, exposed it ache

It’s my soul that breaks.

Thursday photo prompt: Circle #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s, of The Daily Echo, #writephoto Circle.

Circle of Stone

Just another monochrome day break.

We took the path from the big lake.

Cold and silent no bird calls

In fear I stumble, fall

Hands lift me up high

Cold stone alter

Where I lie

Now I

Die.

One-Liner Wednesday.

This is an entry for the Alternative Dictionary.

Wardrobe : Nurses uniform.

This is part of LindaGHill‘s One-Liner Wednesday. #1linerWeds.

August Stanza 15.

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Kyrielle

Fall.

Image from Pixabay

Fall, to tumble to take, a trip

To loose your footing, teeter, slip

You need to walk with eyes open

So as you do not slip again.

—-

What lies hidden, what lies in wait

To catch you out, some evil fate.

Is there a hidden danger there

To catch you out, so have a care.

Twittering Tales 97 – 14 August 2018 – Things That Go Bump in the Night

This is my entry for Kat Myrman‘s Twittering Tales.

More trouble in Heaven and Hell.

Traffic stopped people got out of their cars to stare.There were two moons. Acsentuated by the lack of street lighting.
Satan stifled a grin, how could he be responsible.Azriel had, at his suggestion,taken Gabriel’s torch to”Show the humans the way” Gabriel would not be happy!

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Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 97, “Love &Time,”SynonymsOnly

These are my entries for Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka.

Nurturing Nature.

Image from Pixabay

All I ever need

Tender care and the seasons

Blossom grows from seed.

———-

Grief

Image from Pixabay

The passage of years

Cannot erase my feelings

Your name still brings tears.

——-

August Stanza 14

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Pantoum

Image found here

Derail

Derail, a sudden silence fell

All twisted metal and acid smoke

The every day decsended into hell

Fear in the throats and all will choke.

——–

All twisted metal and acrid smoke

Body parts strewn around

Fear in the throats and all will choke.

From explosion to silence, no sound.

——

Death comes to claim spoils

Body parts strewn around

Fire ignites and oil boils

From explosion to silence, no sound.

——

Body parts strewn around

From explosion to silence, no sound

The every day decsended into hell

Derail, a sudden silence fell

——

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #214 Lack&Fool

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge

Image from Pixabay

You tried to fool me

Not through lack of courage

I know you, you see.

Image from Pixabay

Lack of honesty

Only a fool would still lie

When truth fills the sky

August Stanza 13

It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.

Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.

Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.

Today’s poem is a Tyburn.

Image from Pixabay

Avail

Avail

Prevail

Impale

Derail

And so they did avail,and prevail

On those they did impale and derail.