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.

One Single Impression

"Almost everyone is as full of words waiting to sing as a forest is full of birds before sunrise." ~~Harry Behn


This weeks prompt over at One Single Impression is 'flowering'. Along with the word is a lovely picture of a flowering fruit tree. So head over and read some of the incredible haikus, and write one yourself. A great way to practice writing poetry...

Spreading their petals

To embrace the hope to come

Summer fruit follows

15 Words Or Less

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. ~Carl Sandburg

I know it's late for Laura Salas' 15 Words or Less, but better late than never. Feel free to join her weekly in writing a short poem based on a photo she publishes on her blog. It's fun and a great way to practice writing poetry.


Here's mine for the week of April 24th...

Parasol protection

from pressing sunbeams

prohibited from piercing

Onto my pale pallor.