The Power of Fifty I thought fifty was a lot until they told me that was all who could mourn Mother. (A four line poem is made up of four lines with a syllable count of 1/5/5/9).
Category: Miscellaneous
Fit for a Queen: A Sendoff in Royal Purple (Hour Sixteen, A Cinquain)
Fit for a Queen (A Sendoff in Royal Purple) Lilac lilies fell from Heaven like a purple pimp explosion, coating her casket. (A cinquain is a five line poem where the lines have a syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2.)
Silent Struggle (Hour Fifteen, A Nontraditional Minute Poem)
SiLeNt StRuGgLe For the first time in forever, self-expression is a struggle, blocked by my mind. Many truths need to be spoken. I move my mouth but hear no noise. I’ve lost my voice. Ev’ry word I want escapes me. I can’t…
Miss Connections (Hour Fourteen, A Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)
Miss Connections The only thing in this life I’ve ever been any good at is taking words and turning them into a message meant to motivate most folks like me and you. I’ve shared so many magic moments, created countless connections, all options…
Home for the Holi-daze (Hour Thirteen, a Nontraditional Minute Poem)
Home for the Holi-daze Friends are the family we choose. Bound not by blood, loved “just because”, let’s celebrate! We gather ’round and bless the feast before feeding hungry faces. Time for our naps. We disburse and pick our places. Turn on…
The Cheeky King (Hour Twelve, A Shadorma)
The Cheeky King The king cried out atop his throne. “Let’s go, girls,Pick ‘n Pull! Stuff emblems between your cheeks once your bags are full!” (A shadorma is a six line poem where the syllable count for each line is as follows: 3/5/3/3/7/5.)
Pickin’ and Pullin’ (Hour 11, A Haiku)
Pickin’ and Pullin’ pockets runneth over bulging with hidden treasure my guilty pleasure (A haiku is made up of three lines with the syllable count of 5/7/5).
9. Bottled Pains
He bottles up his emotions Hoping to mask his pain with the alcohol in his veins. To zoom past the fears and onto the healing But the heat of those moments will never change his past. He looks back at those times with a strange…
Walking with the Light (Hour Ten, A Somanka)
Walking with the Light Please, Momma, tell me, can Life go on without you? My heart won’t believe. My mind cannot conceive of a world without your smile. My dear LaChrista, apple of my eye, best friend, be-lov-ed daughter, I promise you’ll be okay. I’m…
Prompt 24 (Hour #5 2020)
So this year I thought I’d shake things up a bit and challenge myself, so I am mixing up the prompts and attempting them in no organised order I am simply following where my heart guides me Also my original idea was to get…