A simple offering ~ American Sentence ~ ekphrastic poetry

A simple offering

A simple offering of love is given without hesitation.

 

Curbed enthusiasm

Curbed enthusiasm leaves little opportunity for advancement.

 

Buoyed by enthusiasm

Buoyed by enthusiasm, a fisherman’s net gain is realized.

Sanaa is hosting Poetics: Exploring the realm of Minimalist Photography at dVerse ~ Poets Pub and offers twelve photos by Glenn Butkus taken from his Facebook page, SOUTH SOUND MINIMALIST PHOTOS, as inspiration for poetry. I have chosen to write an American Sentence for each of three photos.

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

Neither open road ~ American Sentence

Neither open road

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

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

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.”

Image source: DifferenceBetween.com & VectorStock (images layered)

We Lie Close

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.