“As another year approaches, it is sometimes difficult to maintain hope for what lies ahead, though hope defined is really something of our own making. We can always have hope. We can always have dreams. This world we live in has progressed in countless ways but has also taken regressive steps, in my opinion regarding humanity. Often my poetry tends to dip into the dark. For me, the words flow from what I see as an obvious truth, a direction that our society has taken, without hesitation or contemplation. Today I am asking you to do the same. Dream with me. For this prompt, create and describe a “new world” as you envision it. You can write from a general perspective or focus on one particular scene in your new world. Try, if you can to avoid a specific political view. This ol’ world has been a bit lost for awhile now. The sky’s the limit. Maybe your world doesn’t have a sky. Maybe we live in the sky. Keep it simple or take us to Utopia.”
Merril is our host for Poetics at dVerse poets pub this week. So, for today’s Poetics challenge, I’d like you to write something about echoes. You can write actual echo poetry—where you repeat the end word or syllable or echo sounds.
OR—you can write a poem about some sort of actual echoes. OR –you write about the myth of Echo. OR—you can combine any or all of these.
Voices echo dimly in the hollow of my heart empty no longer
Laura Bloomsbury is our host at dVerse Poetics this week. In this season of more, more, more, Laura asks us to pen a poem of less.
The suffix ‘less’ has both negative and positive connotations and even neutral ones. The challenge is to choose ONE or MORE from THE LIST of words BELOW and include it/them in the body and/or title of your poem. If possible, add a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!
HA is hosting and welcomes us to another week of dVerse Poetics. “Today, I am prompting you to think of what comes to your mind when you picture ‘Black’. Think of what it means to you or what it stands for. You can venture into different areas like identity, materialism, personal experiences, physics, et al. as well. Or you can simply incorporate the word ‘black’ in your title and poem. Once you have thought it through and you have written and published your poem, link it up in the widget down below.”
Deep and Rich and Dark the black of night removes the colors from our sight but for a single star that burns more bright or is it just illusion
Hearts so fragile and easily broken when into blackness the mind is woken when angry words can’t be unspoken souls lie in confusion
Blackness covers all withered limbs that writhe and fall crumbled ‘neath the wind we must walk away or crawl as colors dance in gay profusion
Ha is hosting Tuesday Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub and Ha bids us:
“This week, I am exhorting you all to write/create a profile/portrait in your verse. You can go about it in a variety of ways — you can write a descriptive piece about an interesting person you met today or profile a loved one (or perchance someone you don’t like at all) or think of an event involving one or multiple people and write about the things as they transpired with people in the focus or perhaps do a self-portrait. It is open to interpretation but there are certain tools that can enhance a profile/portrait, for instance, rich details, movements, sensory descriptions, quotes, et al. Choose any or all.”
She walks gently across the last grass of summer bare feet barely bruising the browning blades
The scarf around her waist is festooned with tiny bells that jingle and clamor with the sway of her hips
We lay a blanket on the grass and she takes out her cards telling me my future while I smile and laugh
By the light of her lanterns we dance beneath the stars to the ancient song of the trees and the music of the winds
We dance for our sisters both near and far away those who cannot remember a time when the swish and sway
of a woman’s hips and legs were so profound and beautiful that music was molded to it and they called it the dance
Lisa is hosting Poetics Tuesday over at dVerse Poets pub and she has asked for a poem about food. Fall and food an inextricably linked for me. Food and memories, I can still smell the pies baking. I wonder sometimes, how will a generation brought up on store bought confections ever know the pure bliss of the smelling the first pumpkin pie of day, fresh from the oven, still jiggily as jello, cooling near the window.
All through the month of October, the leaves turned bright colors and merrily danced on the winds like the way I learned to dance with my tiny feet on top of Daddy’s
Grandma’s kitchen was filled with harvest smells and warmth fog from the cook pots steaming the windows where I drew hearts leaves and jack-o-lanterns
Pumpkins graced the table nightly in some form or another roasted and drizzled with oil mashed with rich butter or baked into elegant pies
The pies were my favorite delicate things they were, edges with dough shaped like leaves the top dark brown at the center radiating out into delicate umber edges
The largest from the patch were carved on Halloween into happy faces, filled with candlelight to keep unfriendly spirits at bay silent sentries guard us through the night
Grandmother and her kitchen are gone now I watch my grandchildren carve the pumpkins that will stand guard over our homes this night the kitchen is redolent with steam and smells of cinnamon and butter, and Grandma’s pumpkins
There comes a time when the prayers are all used up when you don’t even know what to pray for anymore and there is nothing left to do but wait
for the hope those prayers have sown
There are 148 floor tiles 18 bags of tea, six decaf Twelve black The coffee is dark Making up in strength For the taste it lacks
Twelve hours ago I knew not these sterile walls Nor their nooks and crannies Now I count the dust mites Floating in the sunbeams And the numbness of my fanny
But a butterfly floats past a window It’s shadow dances with joy Dispelling fear and gloom Yes there is beauty to be found And life to be savored Even in the SICU* waiting room
* Surgical Intensive Care Unit – where I’ve spent the majority of my time these past 3 weeks. Yes things are finally looking up. I’ll post more about it later. 😉 For dVerse Poets Poetics TuesdaySarahsouthwest asks us:
“How much of our time do we spend waiting for things to happen? How much do we spend hanging in the pauses between events, the gaps in our lives?”