happy as grass
top down, wind in my hair
slight breeze bends the tall grass
along a country road
brings a smile to my face
the grass laughs with me
This gogyohka is my response to Twiglet #231 – happy as grass.
Note: I absolutely dislike – hate – having the wind blow through my hair.
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Neither open road nor open door could lead this heart to leave your side.
This American Sentence (my first) is in response to Misky’s Twiglet #230, with the prompt of no rope. Read closely, and you will find “no rope.”
The American Sentence was created by Allen Ginsberg
~ loose American form of haiku, with 17 syllables
~ represented as a sentence
~ reference to a season is not required
~ similar to senryū
~ read more here & here
Image source: cullybarbosa at Pixabay
Shared with How’s your remodeling going? which is Open Link Night at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, hosted by Lillian.
Silent, Like Sleep
Within the depths of my dreams lies the comfort
found in my mother’s arms, the same offered
in return, no words needed, when she was in need
in the last years of her life. While no soul is
ever truly silent, hers was gentle to the end,
and so she appears in my dreams.
The short poem is my response to Twiglet #227 from Misky, which offers this line as a prompt: “silent, like sleep.” Unable to adequately care for herself, my mother lived with me for the last two years of her life. Although it was a difficult time, I don’t regret a moment of it.
All That Waste
lives lost
as a virus rages
souls clamor
for a remedy
to be delivered
without delay
with success
and distribution
comes denial
individual
right to refuse
vaccination
timely delivery
but untimely receipt
means doses lost
unintended
dose of reality
lives lost
This poem is my response to Twiglet #217 from Misky, the twiglet of inspiration being “all that waste.”
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A Criticizing Shadow
Incitement
or inspiration,
never a consideration
of true leadership.
There is no escape
from the shadow
that is history.
This poem is my response to Twiglet #213 from Misky,
the twiglet of inspiration being “a criticizing shadow.”
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We Lie Close
Close to the truth,
we lie together,
deceiving ourselves,
grasping at the straws
that make up our bed,
knowing the end is near,
neither of us willing to face it.
This poem is my response to Twiglet #212 from Misky, the twiglet of inspiration being “we lie close.” There isn’t any reason for my two most recent poems to have taken a dark turn, but that’s how they came out.
a long silence
accepted, with its limitations
yet respected for its strength
kept close, as a friend
embraced, as a lover
yet held in reserve for its comfort
a moment alone
This poem is in response to Misky’s Twiglet #208: a long silence.
