loss seems forever
in darkness beyond desire
new needs awaken
one heart touches another
the beauty of new love born
Starting as a senryū, this tanka is my response to
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge
No. 135 #SynonymsOnly, which offers pretty and ugly as prompt words.
I have used “beauty” and “darkness” as synonyms.
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diamond dreams
beneath the light of a thousand
honeyed stars, I breathe
a sweetness found only
in time spent with you
If you want to try magnetic poetry, you can do it online, here.
Background image: NASA/NICER (Neutron star Interior Composition Explorer)
via Astronomy Picture of the Day
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the fate of a heart
in the sweetness of a kiss
a lover’s blessing
This senryū is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #254,
where the prompt words are sweet and heart.
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Whispering
The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 30 is to write a minimalist poem. I probably write more haiku than anything else, but I’m going to take a different route with this. I’ve taken a poem that I wrote 18 years ago, “The Love You Share,” and changed it, first by rewriting it, then reducing it in stages, until it’s a senryū, and then just one word.
The Love You Share
The moonlight, seen through your lovers eyes,
While holding hands under starry skies.
A gentle whisper that none will hear,
Except the lover that you hold near.
A tear that lies just above your cheek
And dries when you hear your lover speak.
A smile on your lips each time you take
A moment to watch your lover wake.
All this will be yours, for this I know:
The love that you share will make it so.
~~~~~
Born of a Whisper
Looking upon the moon reflected in her eyes,
he is overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.
Leaning closer as he holds her hand,
he strokes her soul with a gentle whisper.
A tear at the corner of her eye is poised
to fall, slowly drying as he speaks.
Born of a whisper, the bond that joins
their hearts is stronger than any word.
Lying beside him now, she smiles softly
as he stirs, reliving that first whisper.
Every time he wakes, her smile and gaze
assure him of the love they share.
~~~~~
Whisper
a bond is born of a gentle whisper
that strokes her soul
a flood of emotion brings tears
soon dried by the words
echoes stir her emotions
each time she sees him wake
remembering that first whisper
~~~~~
Whisper
a gentle whisper
strokes her soul,
echoes forever
as a bond is born
~~~~~
gentle whisper
echoes forever
bonding souls
~~~~~
whispering
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Always Here in Heart
I am not at home in my place,
yet transplanted by choice.
Such is what the heart will do
to be fulfilled. And it is.
She will always be my muse; has been
since our eyes first met. Many times
the words I write have been
taken from the joy she brings.
I see the birds, am inspired
by cedar and oak, as I walk
along magnificent bluffs, paddle
on muddy rivers and streams.
But they are not the maples
I have known all my life.
Not the blue waters of great lakes,
nor mighty falls with their mist.
Yet happiness is mine, by choice.
One I would repeat again
and again. A choice made clear
when I was there and she was here.
The prompt from Gina for Poetics: your poetic hum asks about your life when you are not writing. How does it influence your writing? I moved from Western New York to mid-Missouri nearly seven years ago to be with someone special, and she is now my wife. I bought a house in October 2013, but it has only just occurred to me that, as much as I miss New York, I do consider Missouri my home.
Image: Autumn at Ha Ha Tonka State Park, Missouri
Well Being
All it took was one look
into your eyes, and my heartbeat
spiked, like nothing
meant a thing before that
moment. I just fell into
those dark wells leading
to your soul, my whole being
fleeing before me
to be a part of you.
This is my response to Quadrille #75: Spike Up a Poem, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse, which is to use any form of the word spike in a quadrille, a 44-word poem that does not require meter or rhyme.
Awakening
Casting a light across the shadow
that would have brought me down,
you were my future, the horizon
that would bring me out of my darkness.
Now all is light.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Timeless #writephoto,
from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo (slightly modified here).
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