The Masterchef

Prompt 24 : A gift, real or imagined (For my Mom)

 

Her recipe book is unique

her flavors, true delight

Her cooking is an alchemy

transports with every bite

 

A tinge of heat, then something sweet

her balance is just right

And were that not enough

her smile is sunshine bright

 

Her heart shows in all she does

her talents are outstanding

But the greatest gifts she gave me

were her love and understanding

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Road Not Taken

Hour 23 : Random Prompt used: Took the Title of the Robert Frost Poem, but changed the poem completely

 

In moments of screaming solitude

reflection pays a visit

and digs up questions

I’d rather stay buried

 

where is the sense

in disturbing the earth

already well settled

chasing chimeras of

“What if”s and ” maybe”s

 

Where is the sense

in wishing for the road not taken

when the one I took

has shaped my life’s story

 

And wishing for it to not be so

is wishing I were not me

 

 

 

Paint a Picture

Prompt 22 : Poem inspired by the photo

 

Shine, flow, grow, breathe

if only greed were not our creed

light, water, earth, air

we always had all we ever need

Tu me manques (You are missing from me)

Prompt 21 : Poem for what I’m longing for most right now

 

“I miss you” does not suffice

Madam English falls far short

so to convey my pain’s depth

to Mademoiselle French I resort

 

We’ve been apart for months now

memories are all that sustain

You are embedded in my soul

my most beloved refrain

 

So here’s to our reunion

whenever that may be

Tu me manques, Dear Travel,

You are missing from me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Ode To a Candle

 

Prompt 20 : Poem about a light source

 

It colors the night

in shades of light

paints the dark

with strokes stark

 

lines from faces

its magic erases

its luminous dye

adds sparkle to the eye

 

Nothing evokes the same glow

as a warm candlelight yellow

Loss

Hour 19 : Poem on Loss

 

These lies we tell

about who we are

dilute our reality

make our living subpar

 

lesser versions of who

we are meant to be

neither caged

nor are we free

 

No accomplishments can fill

the spaces on the shelf

left vacant by this loss

this loss of our self

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Very Irish Story

Prompt 18 : narrative poem about an incident during my travels in Ireland

 

It happened one evening

in a town called Dingle

that found me in a pub

I was dining quite single

 

A new phone served as

a conversation starter

and saw 3 strangers inquire

If I’d like to hang out after

 

The hours that followed

I will never forget

From a clueless tourist

I became a local instead

 

We made our way from

one pub to another

In Guinness and music

the night was smothered

 

Until my new friends

In unison did declare

“We need a drinking machine”

That’s what ATM’s are called there

 

 

A Childhood Memory

Hour 17, using Prompt 9 (5 words used)

Firefly in a bottle

by the bedside

light up nights that wear

a mask of terror

to childish minds rife

with notions strange

A blanket of magic

to guard over dreams

not yet singed by the heat

of banal logic’s dictates

 

 

 

 

Love

Prompt 16

My brain dissects

this urge to connect

to know someone

Inside and out

 

Is it not suicide

to let someone in

to the extent that

you cannot live without

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Travel Elfchen

Prompt 15 : Poem about Plane trip (using the Elfchen format)

Pack

Anticipation thrums

The day arrives

a long taxi ride

Departures

 

Queues

Pass checkpoints

down the aisle

Buckle down, stomach butterflies

Takeoff

 

Airborne

Feeding time

A flying zoo

time for wheels down

Arrivals

 

Patience

Queues again

but waiting outside

unfamiliar air, unfamiliar lands

Adventure