The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 3, 2022

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with why.” Begin your post with the word “why.” Have fun!

I went deep into my darkside for this one.

imagr from Pixabay

Why

Why am I so angry why am I so low
You’re driving me to distraction, why? I do not know.
Always putting everyone else first, but not me.
Always pardoning others for reasons I can’t see.
If I try to tell you to let them take their turns
You round on me and give that look that burns.
I’m sick of being wrong, having to zip my mouth.
Why not put me first, why?

.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S SoCs

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 13, 2022

Hi Its Saturday and time for our prompt from Linda . Thus week she said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “u.” Find a word that starts with the letter “u” and use it however you’d like. Bonus points if it’s the first word in your post. Enjoy!

Underneath .

Underneath the path lies a secret
Layer upon layer of grief
Under the damp scented loam
As above feet do roam.
Unloved , unknown
Lost for evermore
Cold, never
To be
Found .

Underneath : Alanis Morissette.
Badge by Shelley Krupa..

A Poem for Bob’s Passing.

Today is a sad day. We heard of the death of our Bestman and friend Bob. We never lost touch with him but we had not seen him face to face for nearly forty years. Last year we met up with him at our Golden Wedding anniversary and again this year with five other friends from the park we used to go to as teenagers.

For Bob

Playing football after dark
Meeting mates down the park
Two lads growing through their teens.
Full of hopes , fun and dreams.

Both became each others right hand man.
One made best man, so grand.
Each had the others wing
Staying friends was their thing.

© willowdot21

As years went by the meetings dwindled
Though memories were often kindled.
Eventually a yuletide greeting
With promises of a reunion meeting.

The years and miles kept them separated.
Til an anniversary meeting was fated.
Soon the years just fell away
As they celebrated 50 years since that wedding day.

© willowdot21

Then a meeting with friends from the park.
Food and beer talk of aging, having a lark .
Talk of knees and operations
Grandchildren, bills and vacations.

A simple operation on the cards
Who’d of thought the outcome could be so hard.
The heart once so big and strong
Could not cope and he was gone.

We are left behind unbelieving
Only just back together, now left grieving
.

© willowdot21

9th April 1951 — 22nd April 2022.

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY POETRY CHALLENGE. EXPHRASTIC#photoprompt.

Selma and Colleen selected the painting for this week’s Ekphrastic#photoprompt. It’s a Degas and you can read more about it HERE.

Remember, we can see what’s in the image, so write your poem using the image as an inspiration. Don’t just describe what you see in the image. Think about metaphor and allegory. Just remember to check which form you’re using. Some of the Japanese forms frown upon the use of metaphors. This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing, inspired by visual art.

I chose to write an Abhanga. The Abhanga is written in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry. It is not the ordinary Russian people’s fault that they are lied to by their government and media. This is what I have tried to express in my poem .

Our piece of Art is.

Title: Russian Dancers
Artist: Edgar Degas (French, Paris 1834–1917 Paris)
Date: 1899 via https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/

DON’T TRUST PUTIN

Whirl and stamp, heel, toe high
Stamp those boots, drown out lies.
Hear truth before it dies
Don’t trust Putin.

Mother Russia blushes
Her Boots are made to stamp
Ukraine caught in her clamp
Don’t trust Putin.

Don’t listen to the news
Open your eyes, look
The man’s an evil crook
Don’t trust Putin.

PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 401 SMOKE and Water.

slowly the mist falls
from tear stained eyes I can see
there is no future.

Ronovanwrite’s.

PART OF RONOVANWRITE’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.

The Eastern Winds.

This poem is in support of all those in the Ukraine and was inspired by Jane Dougherty’s poem, On Days of Wind . Please read Jane’s poem. I have borrowed the painting Jane used which is a painting by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916.

The washing hangs abandoned
In the Ukraine, blooded and singed
Cowering not from the wind but from the bombs .
It is tethered to a line, an invisible line
Everyone has forgotten and it stays Abandoned in the cold wind and snow.

It’s a symbol of the people
Made refugee
Hanging between life and death
Bombarded by those with no conscience
Empty promises of safe passage
Hanging on the invisible line
We must not dessert them.

© willowdot21

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 3, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “contains ‘igh.’” Find a word that contains the letters “igh” in that order and use it in your post. Enjoy!

THE SIGH

The sigh fled.
It took flight
From the misery draped
night.
Sadly not farsighted enough
to escape the straightjacket
of life it had to turn and bluff.
The unsightly racket
It’s madness caused such plight.
Never a sadder sight
Than the sigh that flew into the night.

this is part of LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 220, #POET’SCHOICE

This Tuesday, the day after Easter Monday, is the first of the month so this week it’s poet’s choice..

I chose a Double Etheree to explore the two sides of Easter.

© willowdot21

Three
seasons
In one day.
April through May
Spring, Summer,Autumn.
It’s all so magical .
When you’re hunting Easter Eggs.
In the garden or in the park.
Filling your Egg basket before dark.
Happy Easter Everyone, he’s risen.
He
Died so
We may live.
He washed away
Our sins and for that
We are truly grateful.
Joy to the world we are saved.

He rose and left an empty grave.
No one saw him go but he saved us.
Be blessed he is risen for all of us.

Photo by Italo Melo on Pexels.com

Part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

#TANKA TUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 219, #SpecificForm.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka. This week I chose a traditional Senryu.

SENRYU IN ENGLISH: Traditional 5/7/5. A Senryu is written about love, humor, a personal event, and should have irony present.

Sue & Ani ©Alethea Kehas.

A beacon of light
You touched my heart and my soul.
You left way too soon

The above photo was taken by Alethea Kehas.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto . Yearning.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Yearning.

Sue Vincent’s#Writphoto.
Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the #writephoto badge

A few years back we visited my sister and her husband. It was a 12 hour day, full of laughter because if you don’t laugh it would be too sad. My sister robbed of her loving husband and best friend for over 60 years. Alzheimer’s is a curse it affects not only the suffer but everyone they love.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water

a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water.

Is it dusk or is it dawn .

He no longer knows

Watching the shine of the water as it flows.

Lost to to us, he is so forlorn.

Waking she wonders what will today be like

She yearns to talk to him and see recognition in his eyes

He is just like a dizzy child, who her patience tries

Impossible to cope all conversation trite.

We are strangers he doesn’t know.

Though for years he has watched me grow

He is a prisoner now of lost hopes and fears.

To see him now brings tears.

Alzheimer’s is a cruel thief

We yearn for a return of memory

Like sunlight on the sea

Like a yearning with no relief.

#writephoto

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