Solid Ground – #writephoto

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Solid Ground

Would I change a thing?
Not if it meant losing you.

Sure, some trivial details,
but what is life, if not
the course to this place and time?

At times, the path has been like
walking on thin ice,
but I haven’t drowned, yet.

Climbing back out is
what brought me here,
brought me to you.

That is one thing
I would not change.

This is my response to Sue Vincent’s  (Daily Echo) Thursday Photo Prompt – Cracked Ice #writephoto, with her photo.

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A Dig at the Knave

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A Dig at the Knave

I go underground for the answer
Spend days on conservative sites
Arguments articulate
Their concerns and beliefs
But nothing explains
The reason they
Endorse that
Pompous
Ass

This nonet is a response to the Daily Post/Daily Prompt on WordPress – underground.
Nonet ~ a poem of nine lines and a syllable pattern of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, with rhyme optional

Waves

Waves

I have known waves
felt them
seen them
their heat parching my throat,
shimmering on a desert horizon

I have known waves
felt them
seen them
washing over me as I surface
above a tropical reef

I have known waves
felt them
seen them
your body close to mine
your mere presence the source

Of the waves I have known,
these, as they lift me
consume me,
are like water in the desert,
always most welcome to me

The WordPress Daily Post prompt is water.

Image source: stowawaymag.com

Sacrifice

Our children scatter like
leaves on the wind

We are the roots they seek
when those winds
carry more than their
hopes and dreams

Must we always stay
anchored,
oblivious to our own winds?

Can we not follow those winds
with our own hopes and dreams,
our children our terra firma
when needed?

The Daily Post/Daily Prompt  for today is sacrifice.

Towering Fear – The Tower… #writephoto

Towering Fear

Where to turn in this dying light,
As the sun sets with night’s approach?
All is in ruin, bridges burned,
With no clear way to set things right,
No escape as shadows encroach.
Mistakes too many to atone,
No direction, nowhere to turn,
I spend my last moments alone.

This poem is a san san, and it meets two prompts, Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt – The Tower… #writephoto at Daily Echo (using her photo), and The Daily Post/Daily Prompt, which is shadow.
                    san san ~ 8 lines, rhyme pattern a,b,c,a,b,d,c,d
                    ~ with 3 terms or images repeated 3 times each
                    (here that would be sunset, mistakes and direction)

 

Sea of Tears

Sea of Tears

This sea of tears
before you, here
bereft of hues
I cry for you

Stealing sorrow
that your morrow
be free of fear
I cry these tears

Now set your sights
on joyful nights
horizons far
and distant stars

Let your hopes fly
as your tears die
and leave them here
I’ll cry your tears

This poem meets two prompts, Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge #29: Tears and the The Daily Post/Daily Prompt, which is Hope.
Jane asks us to write a poem using the Odilon Redon painting Tears as inspiration. She adds to the challenge by suggesting the use of five words – tears, horizon, fly, hue and stealing.

Image source: wikipedia

 

Mack Truck Blues

Mack Truck Blues

Put me out to pasture where, at least, my wheels can spin
To let me sit and rust would be tantamount to sin
Don’t leave me, abandoned, an empty husk to rust
Let me be of some good use before I turn to dust

Please don’t turn your back on me, you couldn’t be so cold
If you look I’m sure you’ll see the value that I hold
Don’t insist that vines or moss grow on this rolling stone
If they do I’m sure to spend my dying days alone

The prompt for today from The Daily Post on WordPress is “abandoned.”