Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
as gold turns to ash
the barren branches quiver
but the green may wane
as spring can bring a swift frost
and each day may be our last
Thanks to Yvette for a thoughtful prompt.
https://tankatuesday.com/2025/09/23/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-31-just-one-day-09-23-25/
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.
tasting a new life
cerulean memories
(re)awakening
Image credit; ColinMaynard @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she’s holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat.
Thanks for the inspiration to …
city life in bloom
red, pink, yellow, and orange
springing with new life
as the sleeping trees lay bare
under skyscrapers of blue
the curtain rises
born with intuitive grace
we bask in the show
then tears build a wall
and days unfurl into years
the party grows old
till a new moon shines
nothing left (or right) to chance
toss the dice once more
in the hush we feign
betting on the hand of fate
to change destiny
but stripped to the bone
the curtain of darkness falls
a shroud for the shame
still the day begins
a trick of light and shadow
burning umber sky
an unwary smile
a mask we still wear each day
hiding our true face
intolerable
Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story Challenge for the inspiration to try something a bit different for me- a narrative poem of sorts.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 