Stiff lines and harsh brush strokesThe impression of a summer’s dayGreen for trees upswept by the breezeAlong the river blue and whiteReflections in the water show bare branchesWinter’s chill beneath the surfaceBehind the green of a summer dayAlone on a boatSits a man in a coatHat on his headWith doors openDoes he see the summerContinue reading “Monet’s Boat On A River”
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Hip, Hop & Bounce
New York City. 1983. The city that never sleeps, though she may spit on your lapel if you piss her off. The air was thick and humid in the summer, the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes was either the pollution or a bum reliving himself, either way you woke up wantingContinue reading “Hip, Hop & Bounce”
It’s not much
He wasn’t much Neither was he little Rather he was just there Being as such Their bond was brittle Neither seemed to really care Much ado about nothing An apt description Of a tepid love affair But it was something Not conniption Nor care This was for a dVerse prompt: Pen us a smallish poemContinue reading “It’s not much”
Embers
Once there was a fireSlowly the flames die coolingNow embers remainOpenHearts, doors, your legsBurning. Longing. DesireThen doors, hearts, your legs, close. Fire diesEmbers This was for a BattleBorn – Twitter: https://x.com/The_PoetryArena; Bluesky – https://bsky.app/profile/thepoetryarena.bsky.social prompt. Use the word Ember in a poem. Hope you enjoy! A Taste of Stew Want to know what kind ofContinue reading “Embers”
Weekend Cinquain
Two fourSix Eight Let’s go!Celebrate! Party right!Gonna have fun all the night!Weekend!GoodnightTime for sleepingPull down the sheets slip inResting now no longer awakeWeekend This was for a dVerse poetry prompt: to create a Cinquain poem. “It is a short poem based on syllable count and is a five-line poem with a syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2,Continue reading “Weekend Cinquain”
Setbacks
Setbacks? What are these?Just steps towards the future unseenGood or bad?Not for me to judgeI just continue to step on the stone in front of meLife hands you lemonsI thank her and move onNo time to make lemonade or meringue a pieI’ll put them in my pocket perhaps to tradeFor a cup of sugar andContinue reading “Setbacks”
Money Where Their Mouth Is
Money out my handWhere it goes I don’t answerInto your pocket “You should just donate money to the campaign. You’d get this cleared up in a jiffy.” “Isn’t that bribery? That’s illegal. Isn’t it?” asked Mr. Green. “Yes. Absolutely. And I’m saying that as your lawyer. Bribery is illegal,” said Mr. Johnson, “Political donations areContinue reading “Money Where Their Mouth Is”
Screams Most Unpleasant
Sound hits my ear hardInside my brain it burrows Noise most unpleasant NOTHING IS WITHOUT ONLY THE DAY BEGINS INSIDE MY HEAD SHE SCREAMS AGAIN ETERNAL EVENING DISTURBS MY SLUMBER Nobody knew her name I saw her On the street corner alone An Invitation extended One She should have declined Everyone knows you don’t talkContinue reading “Screams Most Unpleasant”
Why can’t I come?
You have gone before meI tried to keep upFollowing like a lost pupTo be or not to beStill couldn’t seeThe question never came upYou left me with the bill, like Jesus’ last supOne last wood ride from a branch treeI’m wearing all blackTears fall like rainAll gathered round to say goodbyeThere’s no coming backNo losingContinue reading “Why can’t I come?”
Where are the days before pumpkin spice?
Where are the days before pumpkin spice?Where are those hot summer days?When we ran in sprinklers, on lawns of greenWe had no care of what our thighs looked likeOr if the neighbors might seeWhere are the endless afternoons?Reading a book or threeBike rides down safe summer lanesCreating mud pies, grass buffets, all natural with sugarContinue reading “Where are the days before pumpkin spice?”
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