I’ve Known This Season #WritePhoto

 

 

I’ve known this season.

Danced with dying dreams.

Watched bits of myself float away.

Sometimes I tried to hold on. Other times I watched those pieces fly from me in the autumn breeze.

Both were painful.

Both left me bare and vulnerable.

Yet I’ve survived. Grown stronger.

 

I don’t always change in my own time.

It could be another’s clock that ticks and clicks at me.

In crisp air, I show my true colors. 

What are they? What will the world think of them?

I wait, worry, wonder…

 

But the oak, anticipating winter, knows she will become more beautiful as she lets go. 

 

Here is my attempt at #writephoto, a weekly writing prompt for poetry/flash/short stories hosted by Sue Vincent

 

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Playing with Trouble #Haiku

 

we play with friendship

romance blooms from ignorance

grief and sadness grow

 

 

beneath the willow

where we used to play now lives

unease, discomfort

 

 

playing with puzzles

pieces fit together then

now our edges worn

 

 

This week’s prompt is to write a poem with synonyms of the words ‘game’ & ‘trouble’ in it.

A small haiku-like contribution to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. You can write any of the following: Haiku / Tanka / Haibun / Cinquain / Senryu. Check it out and challenge yourself to some poetry.

 

Here’s a fun, little haiku using the prompt words:

 

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Ally…

 

I love this poem. It’s written by the wonderful poet and talented storyteller, Eric Syrdal. As it is with many pieces by this author, “Ally” speaks to me.

Enjoy this gorgeous piece and all Eric’s poetry at his blog, My Sword and Shield. ❤

Definitely check out his new release, Pantheon, an epic tale beautifully told in free verse.
Available here: Amazon US / Amazon UK

My Sword and Shield....

when I first met her
it was on the road to our homeland
the sun shone bright
and the birds sang praises to the gods
she and I shared words
of beauty
written on the pages
with our blood in the ink

when next I met her
she cupped her hands
around an ember of my heart
and breathed courage across it
a flame danced and flickered
in the dark of my doubt
and so lit the way for my dreams to walk

when last I met her
it was on the road to war
I stood by
as she leaned upon a shattered fence
I attended her wounds
while she caught her breath
and it was my honor
to hold her shield while
the pain of battle ebbed
in her weary limbs

and while tears dried upon her cheek
I renewed my oath
and I
will walk with her

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Cages #Haiku

 

 

Graceful lioness

Magnificent creature. Caught.

Caged. Paces to death

 

 

 

This week’s prompt is to write a poem with synonyms of the words ‘hurry’ & ‘last’ in it.

A small haiku-like contribution to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. You can write any of the following: Haiku / Tanka / Haibun / Cinquain / Senryu. Check it out and challenge yourself to some poetry.

 

 

Turning comments off as I won’t be available to approve or reply. Just wanted to have a bit of fun with Colleen’s lovely challenge. 💕 

 

Beneath the Frosted Pines #Haiku

 

 

Slender shoots shiver

Wrapped in winter’s frozen soil

Waiting to blossom

 

 

 

This week’s prompt is to write a poem with synonyms of the words ‘green’ & ‘patience’ in it. (I think I took some liberties here…) 

A small haiku-like contribution to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. You can write any of the following: Haiku / Tanka / Haibun / Cinquain / Senryu. Check it out and challenge yourself to some poetry.

 

 

Turning comments off as I won’t be available to approve or reply. Just wanted to have a bit of fun with Colleen’s lovely challenge. 💕 

 

The Usual Haunts #Tanka

 

I thought my spirit

would glide gracefully amongst

the living. Alas…

I find I’m a clumsy ghost

Can’t earn my haunting license

 

 

 

In the spirit of Halloween, this week’s prompt is to write a poem with the words ‘ghost’ & ‘haunt’ in it.

I’ve gone a bit silly for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. You can write any of the following: Haiku / Tanka / Haibun / Cinquain / Senryu. Check it out and challenge yourself.


 

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Wings #Haiku

 

Mist coils sleeping pines

From their shadows, bats take flight

Dark shapes in moonlight

 

 

 

 

It’s been a bit since I’ve taken on one of Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenges (which is now: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge). Things have changed. More forms are included: Haiku / Tanka / Haibun / Cinquain / Senryu. Check it out and challenge yourself.

I’ve chosen a haiku. This week’s prompt is to write a poem with the words ‘mist’ & ‘shape’ in it.

 

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Featured On the Reef ~ J.D. Estrada

 

 

On the Reef is a series featuring fabulous indie authors from around the blogosphere and beyond. Titles, covers, and blurbs that catch my eye, new releases, great reads… Basically, authors I’d like to highlight and works I’d like to share with my fellow book-loving word nerds. Happy Reading!

 

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Captured Moments by J.D. Estrada

Glimpses of life caught in verse

Life is experienced one moment at a time. Capturing those instants can be quite the challenge. This third poetry collection by JD Estrada is his literary attempt at capturing a thought, an emotion, or a moment at its most raw and alive.

Some people use video.

Others use photography.

Estrada has chosen words as his tool of choice and he hopes you enjoy the day’s catch.

You can get your copy here: 🙂

Amazon US | Amazon UK

 

Author of numerous poetry collections, J.D. has also written novels and short story collections.

 

About JD:

After years working in advertising, J.D. Estrada decided there were better ways to write fiction. Born on August 13th, he shares birthdays with Alfred Hitchcock and Fidel Castro… an interesting coincidence since his mom is Cuban and he loves a good story.

Truth be told, he always dreamt about being an inventor, he just didn’t know he’d end up doing it using words. Where some people choose to invent new products, he has chosen to invent worlds through words.

An avid reader of Science Fiction and Fantasy, throughout his life, he’s always loved writing and connecting with people. Mind you, although he loves those genres, his reading tastes are as eclectic as his musical passions. So from rock to salsa to classical music, he also reads and writes in a variety of genres and is just as satisfied writing a review or a poem as he is in writing his next novel.

His favorite band is Pearl Jam, he was born in Puerto Rico, he bodyboards and to him, playing a guitar is as therapeutic as a notebook.

He hopes you are doing well and that you enjoy your visit to any of the literary planets he has lovingly crafted.

Website / Blog
Amazon Author Page (Please check out his other books here)

 

On the Reef: The Shark’s Friday Feature

 

The House of Clouds

 

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The lovely and talented Ali Isaac recently posted about trees. One thing led to another and we were chatting on about teen poetry. You know how that goes.

Anyway, she said something about writing a cringe-worthy poem about trees when she was sixteen. To which I replied something along the lines of:

“Pfft! My teen angst poetry kicks your teen poetry’s arse. It is SO bad. I won’t even share it online. In fact, I don’t know where it is. In fact, I never wrote it.”

To which she said how fun a teen angst poetry slam would be (sort of) which I took as a challenge. I attempted to reach back through the years, channeling my sixteen-year-old self, to recreate some teen angst poetry. I failed. But…here is an actual poem I wrote. I somehow remembered this verbatim from my first year at university. I was seventeen years old.

 

 

It smelled like chocolate lavender

Inside the house of clouds

And thoughts of tiny animals

Were clearly heard out loud

 

Vanilla rose smiled up at me

Then motioned toward the light

And as my feet sank in the clouds

The day gave way to night

 

Defiance…

 

I love this poem. It speaks to me. Penned by a wonderful poet and posted on the Winter Solstice, I still think of it well into the New Year. I wanted to share it with you all on this day of light and hope: February 1st. A day that marks the halfway point between the first day of winter and the first day of spring.

Enjoy this gorgeous piece and check out Eric’s poetry at his blog, My Sword and Shield. ❤

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She is bruised
but
She is not broken
She coils
around her heart
like the warm earth
embraces the seed
protecting it
from the frozen world above
gathering her strength
until the spring
when she shall rise
and the world shall bear witness
to her beauty
in bright vermillion
courage

*authors note: Another tribute to all the brave female hearts I am privileged to know.

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