Love

So often just a word I am
A four-letter word at that
You aim me as an arrow toward
Every longing and Earthly desire
Senses breathe and conjure
All uses and abuses of me
You don’t know who I am
When you are shattered
Ice melts into rain
And runs together downstream
Don’t blame me
I am love
Unlike you and your many changing fantasies

I am love

 

Napowrimo.net day 17. Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view. Perhaps you could write a poem that presents Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery from the perspective of the apple. Or the shootout at the OK Corral from the viewpoint of a passing vulture. Or maybe it could be something as everyday as a rainstorm, as experienced by a raindrop.

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Abandoned Wisdom

Stop listening to dust-tongued wisdom
Spoken in dark-vowelled syllables
That choke with marbling water-spoken jargon
Clear the moon-blown splinters
From your eyes
An owl-light shines from behind
The nocturnal see more in darkness
Than we see in light of day
Blinded by our own perception
When tear-culled feathers bring sorrow
Is it for what she knew she could not share?

 

dVersepoetspub.com prompt. Dylan Thomas used compound words and verbing nouns in his poetry. Not for the eyes to comprehend, but more for the ears to hear.

From a list of compound words, choose 4 and write a poem. I chose 5.

Dust-tongued, mon-blown, owl-light, dark-vowelled and tear-culled

This was fun and a challenge. I hope you hear it!

No Rest But For The Soul

I sow my thoughts
Upon this barren soil
Where unrest kicks its dust
Writhing inside
Waiting for solitude
A harness that tames the wild
Ease is not found in ceaseless toil
Let go the burdens
That spoil
Inward cries of the restless
No ears may hear
No respite can quiet
A soul that knows
No repose

 

Napowrimo.net day 15 prompt,

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

I wrote on rest as this is the prompt for pubchat  at dVerse. What are your thoughts about rest and how do you find it.

 

Spring’s Hope

 

My single crocus finally comes to greet the Spring
As I brush away the last layers of winter
One bloom makes my heart spring and gives my eyes sight
As the hopeful hart among the site of cleared splinters

 

Napowrimo.net day 14 write a poem using homonyms, homophones or homographs.

After The Winter

April’s here
We’re just about half way through
Spring’s in the air
And I’m lookin’ for flowers to bloom

I remember the rains last year
I remember the pain last year
I remember the tears last year
How it took up all my view

Jesus is the same today as He was then
His arms held me so tightly in the wind
Love like I never heard it, a raging sea
Though at times I couldn’t bear it, His hand He wouldn’t rescind

 
I remember the rains last year
I remember the pain last year
I remember the tears last year
Now the air is clear and Jesus is in full view
He is always near
Helping me break through to bloom

 

A Fragrance Not Forgotten

 

The scent of childhood
Never washes out
Stretched as the years
Faded as memories
Frayed as time
Though a few edges unraveled
One touch and I return
My firstborn swaddled in yarn
Made with grandma’s loving hands
One memory I cannot remove
Tucked away
The scent of childhood

Napowrimo.net Day 12 prompt. Write a poem of something dull you own that you love and cannot give away.  A second part was to write of something you love of significance you would give away.

I did the first part. Perhaps later I will do the second.

 

Aging and Changing

They expect us to keep up the pace
While they toss and rearrange us
Sever the root and grow something new in its place

Some senses cannot be erased
A blend of fragrance makes one nauseous
They expect me to keep up the pace

Embedded lines I once thought safe
Now smeared with faded smudges
And they expect me to keep up the pace

A rescue my soul finds in grace
Brings sunlight to clear this nimbus
As they try to sever the root and grow something else in its place

A face on a clock never changes
Tho’ every turn of the hour we alter
They expect me to keep the pace
I won’t let them sever the root and grow something else in its place

 

dVersepoets pub.com prompt is a villanelle using slant rhymes.

Napowrimo.net day 11 poem prompt is to write of your origin, whether geographical, emotional or spiritual and your progression to where you are now. I don’t know if I did any of this correctly, but, it’s a poem!