Writer’s Book of Days prompt: “It was Sunday morning.” (after Sharon Olds)
Author Archives: Dee
September 1
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write a December memory.
Faith in Words
Sunday Scribblings Prompt #230: Faith
to you who can
for those who can’t
the call the all the pen
your words can tell
can ring like bells
the heavens sing
your words can ring
through all the earth
and wake the weary
trodden down the dreary
struggle hunger panged
preyed on by fanged
machinery goal
the life the goods
the needs of weaker
hearts that try and start
with hope but end
with dregs while
some will drink their
fill and spill the rest
upon the ground like
so much blood the
ink will flow and
go to kinder ears
who hear the cries
and lies and wisely
heed the words
and be the love
the change the hope
for more and less
that’s needed by
the hopeless needy
empty will you
fill the pages try
and keep on trying
in the face of all love
dying faith will keep
you take you hold you
I would lifted up and
gifted you with words
the only thing I had
to give
we write
to live to bring to life
to paint the world
to love to sing
to breath to fill
the empty places
a riff off a poet here
August 31
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: “It’s my belief we’re all crazy.” (after Trudy, the bag lady)
Mermaid’s Fate
for a contest at allpoetry.com
inspired by the painting La Vague by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
the daughter of
the mer king fair
one summer morning
took the air
and chance would
cause the finest lad
to take a ride
upon the sand
and taken by his gentle
ways she sang her song
of love to rocks
and birds and waves
and pitied by the seaweed
witch who worked a spell
to grant her wish
to walk upon the land
as fish would swim
but with a price each
step would feel like
sharpest knives and
given just a cruel three days
to make the prince turn
to her face
with eyes of love
to seal the spell
she crawled upon the
land to dwell in
kingdom’s thrall but
cruel as luck would
twist her days the
prince made haste to
war and missed the
chance to meet and
feet gave way to fins
in time no longer sea
but neither land
she held her head up
high and waited
to be taken by her fate
regretting not her loving
choice she raised her voice
in final song to fish and
waves and birds and sound
becoming one with
rocky ground
August 30
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: “…and her red hair lit the wall.” (after Victor Hugo)
Fearing Change
from a picture prompt http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?order=24&off%20set=96#/d2wry7t
she ran and ran
til breath was harsh
and burning in her chest
then ran some more
as time and time had
passed and she did rest
and sinking down
upon the ground she slept
til morning rose
awakened by the song
of birds in trees and by
the sun and breeze she
wrapped her arms around
her knees and laid her head
and wished and said
I will not wish for foolish
things like lace and feather
and diamond rings
I only wish for songs to sing
and laughter in the afternoon
some bread to eat
a cozy room a pillow
soft to lay my head
she had not run near
far enough for all
her problems waited
for her to return and
go she must and trudging
through the summer dust
and dried up leaves
she headed home but
something happened
as she roamed she knew
the answer though unasked
she’d live inside her head
and heart til as the time
would pass some more
the wolf would come
and at her door the howl
would beckon in the night
and she would overcome
her fright and go with
moons and tunes and
in the dark their voices raised
greet moonlight phased
for lovers choices
August 29
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: My mother once told me…
August 28
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about a dangerous ride.
Destruction Begins
Hope Comes Creeping
Sunday Scribbling 229: Dangerous
I am afraid of many things
of sharks that bite and
bees that sting and spiders crawl
upon the wall and yet the thing
that most of all can
make me whistle in the dark
take the long way round
the park and feign the coolest
nonchalance is not a
living slimy creature nor has it
a furry feature unseen or
heard a little bird that
cruelly whispers in my ear
and tells me that the morn
is near and dark will end
and second chances
come around like dollar
dances changing partners
changing songs
all that is within me longs
to just believe and yet
a part just cringes deep
within my heart
for if I hope I dare
I leap I risk a disappointment
deep and silly me
I’d rather not I’d really just
as soon hold off if I
have little to expect then also
little to regret and yet
the whisper drags me in
pulls me in holds me in
the thrall of all the dreamers
silly schemers crazy weavers
of optimistic silky webs that
catch me and unhinge me
I am left without the armor
where’s the harm she sings
and I just cling and close my eyes
and say I’ll take a ticket please
the ride is worth it and the ups and
downs the clowns and even
scary thrills and chills uphill is
better than the boring flatlands
of my hiding place
August 27
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: You are in the backyard.
A Litany
Three Word Wednesday CCIII : abstain, halo, prayer
cling to prayer
from sin abstain
halo glow
amen refrain
trials may come
bringing pain
cling to prayer
solace gain
feathered wings
heaven’s rain
blessings mixed
the game is fixed
all in vain
confusion stains
but God reigns
I think this needs some work but there it is…
August 26
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about what has yet to happen.
August 25
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about the morning after.
August 24
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about being on the inside.
August 23
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Something’s burning.
August 22
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: You picked up a hitchhiker.