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 |
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 Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Prompt - an image of white pumpkins on a bed of colorful foliage in a forest setting |
Every story starts with a dream and a sharpened pencil, a prompt to prod the imagination that releases its potential. Every writer needs that blank page his dreams to relate, a place to inscribe his plotlines and the people he creates. And so it was twenty four years ago this website came to be, created just for writers And called WDC. A Master and a Mistress, here are the guardians, where storytellers and poets both find their audience. Prompt/Week # 4 It's WdC's 24th Birthday Week!!! Write a celebratory birthday poem to WdC. |
The tired leaves are dull and worn Their colors faded, edges torn. Gone is the tender green of spring Yet to their branches they do cling. Stiff August breathed no mercy, but September grieves, From summer’s grace are they fallen, the tired leaves. The naked trees, once so well-dressed Now stand exposed in their distress, Callused hands, grey, bare-fisted, Crooked fingers in prayer twisted. These doleful supplications must nature appease, For in bridal lace, winter drapes the naked trees. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Week 3 The Wrapped Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each; Meter: 8,8,8,8,12,12 and Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c. Refrain rule: In each stanza, the first 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) at the end of the last line. |
Visions of the night slip into consciousness and become purpose. Intent becomes a map that plots a destination, looks into the distance without yet knowing the way. Intent is a new morning fresh, and crisply creased fueled entirely by desire, but as the day unfolds the miles a dream must travel wear away at its wonder. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Week 2 Prompt - "as the day unfolds" |
Once, I wished to start again, to finish things left undone, to change direction now and then, not live this life, to have not begun. But now I see with eyes overcast removed as I am, at a distance. The future overtaken by the past, in this slow and shuffling existence. (It’s what’s for breakfast? It’s schedules and questions I’m confused and embarrassed at needing suggestions) Names slip away and faces fade, Oh! the darkness these years are bringing. Yet, one eternal morning I will wake, to the promise of a new beginning. |
After the Storm Rumbles echo distantly, still the sky is drenched. Sunset streaks the clouds heliotrope and orange. 24 Syllables 6/5/21 Prompt - Heliotrope 7,5,5,7 |
Disquieted by dreams - familiar views reformed by darkness, the shadows hide ominous figures, 6 9 9 24 Syllables Prompt: Ominous |
Sinuous trail in the sand Maps the path from the rat’s burrow, Full belly slithers through the desert. 7 8 9 Written for 24 Syllables Prompt: Sinuous |
Honing the twenty four for this opus, such diligence required - an operose operation. 6 4 6 8 PROMPT- Operose |
The wind whispers sotto voce, gently stirring the dying leaves into a susurrous chorus 24 Syllables 4 8 6 6 Prompt:susurrous |