autumn laps the shore
sweet and unpredictable
lavender and smoke
the mind meanders
in a purple haze again
broken memories
Thanks to Susi for the great inspiration. Visit her site for more info and great writing.
SenHai-Autumn’s Broken Memories
Category: Haiku & Other Poetry
seven minutes
seven minutes gone
time moving like molasses
bittersweet and slow
and the scent carries me back
to bygone weekend mornings
the end, the middle, begin again
the end comes like purple haze
with shards of red
penetrating the deep blue
inside the middle
inky black and sparkling white
swirl above the buried blue
begin again with shards of red
the inky black burns pink
and the deep blue rises again
Written for dVerse MTB and David’s W3. I’m not sure if I did either justice, but I tried!
Laura, our host, at dVerse says:
Today’s MTB prompt is poetry with a colour motif:
- take one or more literal colours (not a fancy colour name)
- repeatthe colour word(s) throughout the poem (e.g. refrain; anaphora, epistrophe)
- use colour synonyms
- employ colour with its specific meaning to the poem’s theme
- let your colour motif(s) also become symbolic
Lisa, our POW, at W3 says:
Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.
Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two.
reflections on a creative block
alone with my thoughts
blank ripples on the white space
the canvas whispers
sweet nothings to nobody
my solitude unbroken
Claude Monet. The Studio Boat (Le Bateau-atelier), 1876, Oil on canvas.
Today’s challenge from dVerse asks us to do either of the below:
- You may write an ekphrastic poem inspired by Claude Monet’s “The Studio Boat.” Your poem does not need to include anything about reflecting or reflections, but it can. AND/OR
- You may write a poem on reflection, whatever that means to you—self-reflection, reflection on time’s passing, a reflection in a pool of water, etc.
I’ve been struggling with a bit of writers/creative block so this is my reflection on that unsettling feeling.
Visit the dVerse page for more info on the prompt:
at first blush
at first blush hopeful
till the bruise stains the bounty
the blossom endures
Rory McEwen (British, 1932-1982)
I recently visited an exhibit of Rory McEwen’s paintings and I was blown away. His work is magnificent. I was really caught off guard by how much emotion a flower or a leaf or an onion (!) could convey. If you ever have the chance to see his work, take it! When I read today’s SoCS prompt word (BLUSH), I immediately thought of him.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 