The easy thing to do would be to use red. I’ve done it before. Hot and fiery. The color of blood, bleeding on the page. Red in its many hues pink as a blush or the dark burgundy of spilled wine.But no. How about blue? Such a poet’s color. Blues beat down from the avenue,Continue reading “White Color Motif”
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Monet’s Boat On A River
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”
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”
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?”
Cradled Wetness
Cradled in my armsCradled in my handsA warm wetness Desired desireLet me drink from your pleasured springsWells of yearning ambrosia, flowing rivers of needPassion fueled thirst Lust born longingLet me touch youRun my hands along the lanes of your bodyValleys and hills of nakednessLead to a vast wonderlandLet me touch youWith my lips, whispering wordsBreathsContinue reading “Cradled Wetness”
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