“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.”
Lillian is hosting dVerse Poets Pub final Quadrille of 2019 and asks us to glow with the season. “Write a quadrille (a poem of EXACTLY 44 words, not including the title) AND include the word “glow” or a form of the word within the body of the poem. A synonym for glow does not fulfill the prompt. It must be the word, or a form of the word.”
Dancing in the Glow
Waning moonlight shines on the forest below painted now and covered with icicles and snow wild dancing ’round the firelight’s glow the winter pixies perform their show but old Mother Winter doesn’t watch alone I gaze in silent wonder frost nipping at my nose
Word count 44
And Winter Came – Enya
Til next time ~ May the joy of the holidays glow in your heart ~JPP
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!
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting at dVerse Poets pub for Quadrille 93. “Pen us a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the wordspirit.”
Spirit of Light
A star in the dark shall be woken light from the shadows shall spring spirit so strong can’t be broken bells too long silent won’t ring remember to listen and hear when one star stands alone in the darkness then every nightmare shall fear
Frank J. Tassone is hosting over at dverse poets pub for Haibun Monday and Frank bids us consider gratitude.
“This week, let us consider gratitude: Its essence, those reasons we have for feeling it, and what our lives—and our world—may look like if we live it.”
With so many blessings, so much gratitude, where do we start?
I watch the snow falling outside the window, covering the landscape in fluffy down. A winter wonderland just beyond the glass, there for my entertainment while I sit warm and snug in my home. A young buck turns his head to look through my window and I am grateful for the beauty of the moment.
The news is filled with horror and grief. Wasted lives and sorrow so profound I wonder how this world continues to carry the burden of so much pain. Forests burned to cinders, villages reduced to rubble by the vagaries of war. The homeless woman freezes to death on a temple doorstep. I am shocked, appalled, and grateful that my family is warm and fed.
So many blessings of a joyful life. The times when illness washes over me like a wave, crashing at my heart, engulfing my soul. Then too, I am grateful. Like the sword, I am grateful for the anvil of life, and the hammer of disease that has forged me into the woman I am right now. And when my life is over I know I’ll look back and relish every laugh, every tear and I’ll be grateful for every moment.
Let it be said that she left the game well played with gratitude of heart
word count 214
Til next time ~JPP
“If the only prayer you ever said was ‘thank you’ that would be enough” ~ Meister Eckhart