The lights of my cabin far behind me, I search in conditions that favor no one and no thing, on a night that holds nothing but a wall of cold shifting amid howling winds.
As I plod ahead, all is disjointed, whiteouts removing any context from my surroundings. The bitterness of cold stings my face and wraps my body in a blanket that saps, rather than strengthening me. The dull ache that grips my fingers and toes means something. Something.
Direction no longer has any meaning. Left could be right, and forward seems irrelevant. My venture now seems pointless, any reason for following this course now lost to me.
Wondering if I’ll ever know again the warmth of a flaming hearth, I wade through the knee-deep snow, suddenly stepping into nothing as the snow closes around me. A cow is screaming across the arroyo.
This bit of flash fiction is my response to Prosery #7: Jim Harrison, presented by Linda at dVerse ~ Poets Pub. With Prosery, the challenge is to write a piece of flash fiction with a 144-word limit. Included in the bit of prose is to be a complete line from a poem. For this prompt, the line to be included is “A cow is screaming across the arroyo.” from Jim Harrison’s “Cow.” My flash fiction also meets the additional challenge of hitting the 144-word mark, exactly.
placid moments few
during these times of turmoil
my thoughts running wild
This senryū is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku
Prompt Challenge #283,
where the prompt words are placid and wild.
How I held your counsel dear,
missed now in your absence –
the talks we shared,
the lessons learned.
Long years have passed
since we last spoke,
each trial faced reminding me
of the advice you gave,
each time leading to
that never ending question.
~ Which is the right course to take? ~
No words I might provide
would hold the answer you seek.
It is not mine to give,
but yours to divine.
Look not to my past,
but to your present.
There is hope and despair
in all that you face.
Know the difference,
and all will be revealed.
The prompt for MTB: O Apostrophe! from Amaya at dVerse ~ Poets Pub is to use the poetic apostrophe – not as in possession, but in reference to something absent. When poets direct speech to an abstract concept or a person who is not physically present, they’re writing apostrophe poetry. Historically, poets often began their address to the absent party with the interjection “O.”
The is my first attempt at writing a puente. Its form seems perfect for my purposes, as this poem contains a response to the opening stanza.
The puente has three stanzas with the first and third having an equal number of lines and the middle stanza having only one line which acts as a bridge (puente) between the first and third stanza. The first and third stanzas convey a related but different element or feeling, as though they were two adjacent territories. The number of lines in the first and third stanza is the writer’s choice as is the choice of whether to write it in free verse or rhyme.
The center line is delineated by a tilde (~) and has ‘double duty’. It functions as the ending for the last line of the first stanza AND as the beginning for the first line of the third stanza. It shares ownership with these two lines and consequently bridges the first and third stanzas, essentially resulting in two that overlap.
far from flawless,
my memories, homeless
in their wanderings
searching for details
in times no longer ageless,
leaving me helpless
formless, these thoughts
passing through my mind,
Choosing words from the supplied list (below), this series of senryū is my response to
Tuesday Poetics: Less is More, more or less, from Laura at dVerse ~ Poets Pub.
ageless ~ boundless ~ breathless ~ careless ~ cloudless ~ colourless ~ faceless ~ fearless ~ feckless ~ flawless ~ formless ~ harmless ~ heedless ~ helpless ~ homeless ~ listless ~ needless ~ restless ~ rootless ~ senseless ~ tasteless ~ weightless ~ windowless ~ wordless ~
I’m also linking this to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 156, #Poet’sChoice.
sunset seen in its petals
waiting for the dawn
This challenge with Carpe Diem #1790 A Fine Sunset,
is to revise the following classic haiku by Matsuo Bashō.
My response is more an inspiration than a revision.
in the twilight rain
these brillian-hued hibiscus –
a lovely sunset
Image source: Museum of Fine Arts Boston
Hibiscus, by Utagawa Hiroshige
This spirit that holds me, this answer to my trials, answers to no one, its unremitting darkness consuming all desire to seek a way out of its depths, no light strong enough to wrest me from a grip that drags me ever further down.
This prose poem is my response to Quadrille #93: Spirited Poems
— the prompt from Kim at dVerse, which is to use the word spirit
in a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.