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More poems for Promptly Poetry, stuffed into this book because I have reached my limit.
Prompt: (verb) to move to action
Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately
Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads
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November 17, 2024 at 6:32am
November 17, 2024 at 6:32am
#1080077
Maine Autumn draws the peepers -
those foliage seekers, whose
shutters open and close
on nature’s last colorful spree.

Summer has withdrawn,
stunning onlookers in her fiery demise.
But other, more patient eyes,
wait for the beauty of nuance.

Pennsylvania Winter is a quiet grace.
It is the peace of a soft snowfall
that covers our sins, but traces
our footsteps in shadows.




Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Prompt/Week # 14
Use at least three of the following words in your poem:
stunning, nuance, colorful, last, first



Inspired by: February 2nd 1942 by Andrew Wyeth

https://www.arkellmuseum.org/content/andrew-wyeth-1917-2009-february-2nd-1942-19...
November 9, 2024 at 7:57am
November 9, 2024 at 7:57am
#1079716
In the corner of a well-groomed lawn
one renegade wildflower takes root.
She readies her seeds for the world.
She cannot tuck them safely into beds
to secure their future, but she knows the ants,
foraging deep beneath the green blades
they will carry them to richer soil.
It may be that her progeny will fly with the birds,
or be scattered to the wind by the mower
and elsewhere become,
a field of resplendent color.
The quiet chaos of life goes unseen.


In the immediacy of our lives,
the busy-ness of insignificance
we regard as fateful circumstance
the order of the universe -
blown into existence by chance,
as if a monkey randomly typing
for an infinite time would produce Hamlet.


https://www.cnn.com/2024/11/01/science/monkeys-cannot-type-shakespeare-study-int...

https://www.science.org/content/article/don-t-crush-ant-it-could-plant-wildflowe...



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TOPIC - WEEK 13
"quiet chaos"

November 1, 2024 at 6:59am
November 1, 2024 at 6:59am
#1079291

Now November, air perfumed with sweet decay
Fruit fermenting under a carpet of leaves,
There’s still time to prepare for Winter today.

Bird feeders turn squirrels into clever thieves,
Bluejays squawk at the unwelcome intrusion,
What keeps one through the dearth, another aggrieves.

The trees now cleared of their color infusion,
Stand like prophets of dire desolation.
Wildlife prepare for the coming reclusion.

November strips the world of green temptation,
So it may slumber in hushed hibernation.


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Week 12

Form: Terza Rima

A Terza Rima is a poem with an eleven-syllable count in each line
and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.
Poem should be inspired by the prompt/image in some way
This form is eleven lines.
November 1, 2024 at 6:57am
November 1, 2024 at 6:57am
#1079290
can actually be found here "Spot The GhostOpen in new Window.
October 18, 2024 at 7:37am
October 18, 2024 at 7:37am
#1078507
I don’t know if it’s an art, or just a craft
sometimes it feels like hard labor
stitching in colors, one upon another
until the vision begins to appear.
Suddenly, the lines and blocks of color
become the symbols of joy.
Snowflakes fall, reindeer dance,
trees take shape one branch at a time.

It’s heavy and cumbersome
not like a painting that rests on an easel
or a jigsaw on a table,
it’s weight is accomplishment.
A struggle for weary shoulders to lift,
a burden for arms to carry,
yet there’s deep and satisfying warmth
when laid upon my lap.

This tapestry of woven yarn
built one stitch at a time,
drives me line upon line
until the joy of knotting the last end.
But there’s still hanks of yarn
that ask to be entwined and raveled
into stories and pictures that travel
from my heart to my hands.
October 9, 2024 at 7:33am
October 9, 2024 at 7:33am
#1077988
When the flames finally retreat, the meat
hits the grill with a rush, a crashing wave
Then a hush! that becomes a sizzling murmur as
the fat is rendered. Seduced by the heat
it drips into the fire, sparking smoky plumes -
summer’s perfume in every backyard.

There is no rare or medium, it is all
well done. The only acceptable patty
has been thoroughly charred,
infused with polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons.

This gathering by the communal fire
satisfies an ancient, primal desire
a celebration of provision and unity.
Once, a rejoicing in the kill
still an opportunity to fill
bellies and hearts with family
and burnt burgers.
September 30, 2024 at 3:02pm
September 30, 2024 at 3:02pm
#1077504
pane-ful obsession


her tail flicks, a wild instinctive rhythm
eyes fixed upon bustling birds
the cat at the window




Written for Promptly Poetry "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Week 8 - Form - the Kimo

The Kimo is the Israeli version of the Japanese Haiku.

Content: like haiku, usually image-specific and acts as a still life,
or snapshot, of a single moment

Form: made up of a single stanza of three lines

Syllable Count:
[Line 1] 10 syllables
[Line 2] 7 syllables
[Line 3] 6 syllables
September 28, 2024 at 6:19am
September 28, 2024 at 6:19am
#1077376
It might have been September
it was that kind of fall rain
a silver curtain over the window
a gentle rhythm tapping on the panes
murmuring in the leaf-clogged gutters
a distant song faintly playing in my memory
for which there were no words
beyond the refrain:
“Monday, Monday”.
I couldn’t get warm,
the kettle whistled for me
to make another cup of tea.
I grasped the pen in desperation
and inked the words into the book
before they could leave me.


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Prompt:

Use the following words in your poem:
Monday, fall, tea, book
September 21, 2024 at 7:45am
September 21, 2024 at 7:45am
#1077067
a pot of tea, Earl Grey
and a rash of strings
to start the day

the hushed voice of public radio

then a symphony of spring
lashes at the windows
with gusty spray

and the exuberance of Vivaldi

the willow bends and weeps
the tears roll off her cheeks
as if she earnestly prays


a fierce season is the rain

colors, newly bloomed
are shaken from the trees
for green must have her way


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Week 6 Prompt -- a rainy day
September 14, 2024 at 7:11am
September 14, 2024 at 7:11am
#1076771
Trekking in a dense boreal forest
surrounded by majestic shadows,
enveloped in the perfume of pine
yet isolated in the shadowy damp,
I came upon them.
The call of morning was a lilting whistle
it drove away the hauntings of the night
those booming howls one to another
of community or warning?
I could not say.
Enough though,
to make me ponder my discovery.
Upon a bed of fallen leaves
royal in their red and golden hues
a pair of ghost pumpkins sat.
Were they an elaborate interior design
by some reclusive, naturalist master
or set as watchmen in the bewitched wood
by some Fortean denizens?
No matter, I understood.
I was unwelcome here.



Charles Hoy Fort (August 6, 1874 – May 3, 1932) was an American writer and researcher who specialized in anomalous phenomena. The terms "Fortean" and "Forteana" are sometimes used to characterize various such phenomena.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Fort

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Prompt - an image of white pumpkins on a bed of colorful foliage in a forest setting

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