Nov8__Sunday

For today’s prompt, I want you to take the phrase “Should (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make that the title of your poem, and write your poem. Examples could be “Should I Buy This Outfit,” “Should You Leave Before I Buy This Outfit,” or “Should This Outfit Be in the Title? You Don’t Even Know What This Outfit Looks Like Anyway.” The Clash even wrote a song to this prompt (okay, they didn’t write a song to this prompt, but their song fits this prompt) called, “Should I Stay or Should I Go?“

should love
___drop from up above
(like apples) unexpected
and unaskedfor (as a puppy)
open up your heart
(like flowers), open
without will but in its season
love will come or not
no matter love’s like money
(unanticipated) open up
and grasp it (freely)
should love
drop

Nov7__Saturday

For today’s prompt, I want you to pick a plant (any plant), make that the title of your poem, and write a poem. Pretty simple. (Or is it?) Most people, including myself, immediately think of plants as organic creatures, but, of course, “plants” can also be places of employment or spies or…as you can see, there’s always room for breaking outside the lines.

Well, I did answer the prompt .  But I don’t like the poem any more than the plant, so why did I write it.  Hell if I know, but I like this one better, on an oddly similar theme, and it does have a plant inside.

today november’s warm with leaves and ladybugs

a tickle on my neck I brush and crush
a red and spotted lady beetle
soon they will be clustering and cloistering
dropping from the ceiling into soup
and wandering among the potted plants
like tourists from tokyo or mars
but now the scent like fig leaves
on my fingers reminds me to be
careful as my feet disturb the earth

DIY Kit Poem Day5 Rest

rwp build a poem mini-challenge #5

I’ve got to say that I fell in love with this line when that random generator spat it out.  It makes me think of Shaker hymns and art songs and, of course, lullabies.  It has been in the back of my mind through the series of poems, and for a change I like what came out.  I hope you do, too.

Rest somewhere sweet and listen

Morning rests inside the darkness.
Sorrow comes where sorrow will.
Mourning is no cure for loving.
Stars unseen are with you still.
Starlight rests inside the morning.

Rest.  Work will still be here tomorrow.  close your eyes, relax your hand
rest gives the body time for healing      slow your breathing, deep and easy
rest frees the mind to create its order     open your will and give it leave
rest is the grace note within creation       feel the echos in your dream

somewhere is a dream and a promise unconditional
somewhere like utopia is not a place at all
somewhere is the heart’s dissatisfaction in a word
somewhere admits to hope and breathes a wish

sweet:  molecular reactions send electrons racing tripping goldberg circuits zipping waking braincells to exclaiming
sweet!   the balance in alignment, spot on the bat, basket unvibrating, uncomplicated kiss, dream, clear and carrying note
sweet, you are loved and you are cherished
sweet surprises expectations

listen (my children and you) carefully (tinkerbell) unvoiced (an angel got his wings) utterances
listen to the rose within the buzzing, the wave in its gathering
listen to the distance in the train to the engine in the singing to the highway on the rain
listen to the world turning juicy as a peach, humming like a mother, clear and sweet and loving

close your eyes and slow your breathing            stars unseen are with you still

morning rests behind your sorrow            somewhere is a dream to fill

grace surprises  expectations              listen, rest, and somewhere sweet