Oak leaf clinging firmly to its branch
as winter winds swirl about it
wonders when spring will arrive,
when those first buds of green
will finally end
its long vigil,
This nonet is my response to the prompt for Waiting for a poem,
from Sarah at dVerse, which is to write a poem about waiting.
Image source: pxhere.com
of a tree
and know its joy,
swimming, as it does
with no effort at all,
wind the only waves it needs
while it revels in its freedom,
firmly grasping its place in the world.
This reverse nonet is a response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 145 #PhotoPrompt, with the provided photo
from Pixabay/Susan Cipriano.
No secret hides within this missive,
this announcement for all to hear.
No message in a bottle
afloat without purpose,
it loudly proclaims
for all to hear,
You have my
This nonet is a response to Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 141 #PhotoPrompt, with her photo.
What is this lust for blood in debate,
this need for vile retribution,
love for self, and not for man?
Differences be damned.
Brotherhood is key.
That we should think
This nonet is my response to
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 123 #Synonyms Only,
using sense and lust for meaning and passion.
top: geralt at pixabay.com
bottom: tinyclipart.com & clipartlibrary.com (layered)
Understanding grows in words spoken
between kindred souls as eyes meet
in a shared spark ignited.
No simple chemistry
the sheer joy
that heady perfume
permeating my senses
washing over me in waves
keeping me afloat with love
heartbeat so simple
its rhythm measuring love
your presence the source
A nonet, a tanka, and a senryū for Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 122
And from my archives (for those with the time):
Between & In Between
just a single kiss
When the Day Met the Night
a heartbeat races
Lying in wait, yet fast approaching,
each moment takes us unaware,
while deceptively distant.
Never far from our minds,
yet somehow far off.
This nonet took a month to come together, but it’s a response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Waiting #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
seeking signs of life beyond their sight
they flicker, as if to broadcast
lights of deeds in distant space
reach an infant planet
shine upon its seas
as it ages
its own light
This nonet is in response to November Yeats Challenge: Day Seven, from Jane Dougherty (each day a new Yeats quote).
“…stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.” W.B. Yeats
Image: NASA/ESA/HUBBLE via Astronomy Picture of the Day