Monday Poetry Stretch

Imaginary gardens with real toads in them. ~Marianne Moore's definition of poetry, "Poetry," Collected Poems, 1951

This week on Miss Rumphius' Monday Poetry Stretch you are prompted to write a poem from a delightful image of a young boy building a sand mountain.

Here's my poem titled:

Mountains

A mountain of sand,
Temporary, until
waves wash
this mountain of sand
away.
My mountain
Is not built
Of sand.

Weekend Wordsmith

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis

The Weekend Wordsmith for this weekend is prompted by the picture below of torrential rains. There are some wonderful words to be found at the site, so go and check it out...

The Veil

Peace settles

Behind a veil of

Rhythmic

Raindrop

Explosions.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~Percy Shelley, A Defence of Poetry, 1821

Hey! So I'm a couple of days late... I felt the need to do this week's Three Word Wednesday as the words seemed relavent to what has been going in my life right now. The three words for this week are, Empty, Highway, Ignored. So here is my first draft contribution...

Tumbled Signs

He ignored the signs

As we travelled

along our daily highway

Of sports, music, school and

time together.

Then...

He crashed -- the signs

Tumbled

Our life forever changed

Our highway empty

Until we find

A new roadway to travel.