As day gives way to night, our dreams fight to survive. Our minds produce our hopes and fears, as night leaves the day in tears. The moon and sun continue the chase , the stars watch on to see who will win.
I sit and watch her as she sleeps. She’s so tired these days age has taken it’s toll. I really am so grateful to her though the loyalty and love she shows me is far beyond wealth. She would follow me to the ends of the earth and truly so would I her. Oh! She’s stirring now, bless her first action is to look for me.
love is her nature devotion is her default she’s my staff and stay full of dreams of youth and play she lightens my load always.
Sadly to me it’s out of reach New disaplines are now out there. Fast, dangerous so have a care. Let’s go to Tsurigasaki beach The excitement my skin will bleach. I need to see the surfers fly Below blue sea, above blue sky Giant waves lift and carry dreams. The odd wipeout brings shouts and screams . No idea how the judges score Huge waves, water funnels and more. To win gold medals they all try.
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Annette Rochelle Aben from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge. Remember, it’s not so much about describing what’s in the photo. Look beyond the obvious to find new meaning.
Image Credit: Annette Rochelle Aben.
such hidden treasure kept secure under the waves my deepest secrets.
This time I have chosen a simple longer Haiku, I am trying to express the depths of my feelings.
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Kerfe Roig provided a piece of her art for this month’s challenge.
I have chosen to try a Cromorna. New to me but I think it’s form fits the picture.
Cromorna is a verse form that has compact lines and exacting meter and rhyme developed by Viola Berg.The Cromorna is: stanzaic, written in 3 quatrains. syllabic, with 5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3/5/3 syllables per line. rhymed, rhyme scheme abab cbcb dbdb.
Image Credit: Kerfe Roig.
Quest.
a search without cease paper bird ceaseless hunt for peace dove unheard
traced in my mind’s map. paper bird the answer, a trap dreams occured
infinite and spacial it’s life’s spice all celestial tossed like dice.
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art and/or photographs. Anita Dawes from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
Here are the forms we can use. Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Gogyohka, Tanka, TankaProse, Renga, Solo-Renga, micropoetry, poetry, 5lines, Haibun, Prose, CinquainPoetry, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, Badger Hexastich, Abhanga, Diatelle.
I decided to try a Sedoka, but with a twist, so I wrote it without a rhyme to emphasize the dystopian dream feel. Call it poetic license.
Hues Golden My dreaming Colours my life Visions of the future. A plethora of lost, dark days. There’s no warmth in that burning golden hue. Our happy home abandoned your old tram rotting. I reach out hoping for reassurance. But I am alone you are gone. Fear grips and I awake I am with you My mood lifts Soft light Hues
Just over a year ago we had had tickets to a Dinosaur show in London we took Max and our son to see it…Max loved it and does some very convincing Dinosaur roars.
So imagine his delight when meeting a not so wooly mammoth in the woods.
“Good afternoon little boy how are you?” boomed the mammoth.
“Oh! Hello” replied Max, “I am very well thank you, how are you” He’s a very polite and caring young man, our grandson.
“Well” said the mammoth in a very loud whisper “I am actually very hungry” Max smiled happily and said “I have cheese sandwiches and a flask of hot chocolate. In my backpack. We could share if you like?”. The mammoth grinned widely and said ” Those are my favourite things, I would loved to share, climb up on my back and we can ride and eat”
Max climbed up the mammoth’s trunk and sat behind his head. They polished off the sandwiches and the hot chocolate as they trundled through the wood. After a while and a long and interesting conversation Max fell asleep. As he did the woods melted into the walls of Max’s bedroom and the mammoth in all its bright colours morphed into Max’s bed.
Max opened his eyes and saw his books, shelves and his reading wigwam and cosyed in feeling happy, the sun was peeping through the curtains.
Sounds came from downstairs Daddy and Ben were in the kitchen, Daddy was making pancakes. Oh! thought Max it must of been a dream.
Later that day Mum and Dad took Max and Ben to a new park where they found a brightly coloured wooly mammoth…. Max told them all about meeting the mammoth and riding on his back and sharing a picnic. When he finished they all said what a brilliant imagination he had!
As they all left to go home Max hugged the dinosaur mammoth and to his supprise it’s trunk hugged him back and it said “Thank you Max, come and see me again soon.” Max whispered, “I will, I promise”
Just then Daddy called out “come on Max we need to be making tracks” and so they did. “Bye bye” Max shouted as he ran to join the others. “Who are you talking to” asked Mummy. “No one” replied Max with a smile.
It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt?
This month’s theme is:
Dreams.
Colleen suggested an optional form for us to experiment with. A few months ago, Merril D. Smith wrote a poem called a Diatelle. She found this form on shadowpoetry.com.
“The Diatelle is a fun, syllable counting form like the etheree with a twist. The syllable structure of the diatelle is as follows: 1/2/3/4/6/8/10/12/10/8/6/4/3/2/1, but unlike an etheree, has a set rhyme pattern of abbcbccaccbcbba. This poetry form may be written on any subject matter and looks best center aligned in a diamond shape.”
Image from Pixabay.
Night Terrors
Dreams They grow And they flow In black and white Your deepest secrets show In shadows of darkest night. Could there be escape from unearthly plight. Is that sunlight or are we caught in headlight beams. Rooted incapable of fight or flight. Face my demons dodging their bite They chase and scare me so. I aim for light Where to go Oh! No. Dreams.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a leaf-strewn flight of stone-cut steps descending into a hole in the ground. Poised to ascend…or descend… is the dark silhouette of a strange figure. I see a Rabbit!
Tick tock pocket watch
Who’s coming up the stairs
Tick tock stop the clock
Alice’s new friend appears.
Moving fast, Hurry hurry
Milliners licking lips, in a flurry
Time for tea, guests unaware
All laced with Mercury, mousey sleeping in his chair.
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