We are kind,
gentle -natured people,
unfettered souls
trying to piece together
a living,
trying to piece together faith
trying to hold back- afraid
like old cotton sheets
wa-a-y down in the wash
smelling up the days
of wa-a-y back when
We made mud pies
We made sunshine
We glued our problems together
We loved real -hard
We fought real-hard
We prayed real-hard
We dreamed real- hard
We cried-real -hard
for real change to come….
Poet Krissy Mosley
Today is day #7. What a difference, a whole week of Poetry on the brain! Today was much better. I didn’t follow the prompt. I had to follow my spirit, and that’s what I love about poetry. The thing that makes the soul sing -let’s do that! Blessings to all of you. And thank you kindly for sticking with me. It truly means the the world to little ole’ me…https://www.youtube.com/shorts/j1mLWMRQSJo
Ode my spirit
strumming
chimer -ing straws of memories
I was called here
bumming rides on-wombs of mercy
Ode spirit – shivering greatness -in birth
Ham-bone and grinning
Junes’ Snow
Blueberry oak
Expanding in Milk and Honey
Ode spirit,
I’ve come…
I’ve come, home.
(Free google image)
His hat hung just above the tiled brow.
Formerly he wore his best,
High altered pursuit -Ivory Grey
Drinking -dusty winds
Perching, gently its blue-ish bill.
Practicing his craft on human-rubbish
Gliding his hallowed cry – eeeer.
Against ghetto ‘s, sand-dunes,war zones and cliffs too
Robotic faces shhing feathered hands
still on he came,
Proudly, shaking the bear,
Resiliently, greeting lion cubs,
Flying parallel with each blustery storm.
Protected by the universe, Mr. Sea Gull.
Today I did not follow the prompt, I’ve gone my own way. I meet a beautiful friend today and thought I’d share my feelings. National Poetry is coming to a close.I felt much pressure writing. I’ve enjoyed each fresh rhythmic line. I have much to be thankful for. Writing is my water,my glass-slippers to the ball.My healing. Writing is my friend. All Rights Reserved 2015.
Please check out NaPoWriMo here for today’s prompt if you like:
Sanity -Night,
Hog-weeds are much taller in late-spring.
Miles of untapered
Normality-falling into
shard-glass.
Hearts-pumping in misery
Watching the sun and moon hold hands
pressing breast to breast -ironsmithing, effervescent
breathing…
Fabric-wrapping Emerald’s
Violet kisses through subway tracks,
stretching printed patterns that make each girl,
Rich,
giggling in spoons of love.
In this poem I give my abstract attempt of bridge in love…So as I saw the moon and I saw the sun too I say “well now these two gift me such a delightful treat…and that’s when the words came..
Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.
Happy writing!
Planting
tree space
in my soul.
Tilling
watered holes
turning over anew.
Gardening
inward growth
preparing for harvest.
As (April )National Poetry Month is quickly passing- I am blessed today with all goodness and kind words, flowing on my blog and others(such positive goodness) . Please visit if you haven’t
The dedication bloggers have-its in our blood. I understand this habit of writing and sharing. As (my grand) daddy would say Howdy-“keep milking the cows,chase a hens or two that’s good livin!”… I am thankful for this space to write. There is nothing more beautiful,when I look around and see love…
And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem. For example, you could write a hay(na)ku sonnet, like the one that Vince himself wrote back during NaPoWriMo 2012!
Happy writing!
In the words of my -Great Aunt Ella ( I attempt the Persona Poem)
This is a story often told as a child growing up- I never met my Great Aunt God rest her soul.
Chile-
“S-O-B treat me like that I’d kill-em all over again!
And If ya wanna go to hell-let’s travel!
He kept makin- that uh-noise
so I’se kept stitching me -dress.
I called the coroner office -as soon as he stopped.
Honey,
I’ve,never seen a man raise -his hand to a woman and live –
not while I’m good and
Able”!
Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object. Need some examples? Check out this persona-poem-themed issue of Poemeleon from a few years back.
Happy writing!
Horizontally stretched in opposite direction
A runner’s stance – orchestrated
to go the distance.
Measuring her (stride)full -breath
each vibrating tentacles
evoking the wind
There are earthquakes, of explosions in all directions
no isolated acts in tragedie
each mother’s child
Just a step in way of bombing blows of9’11
Just a gunshot away of Walter Scott
Run with me-
Her elbows are rubbed in hope’s grease
her heart pumping in endurance
and though darkness has comes
She has no legs to run
her eyes glare at the finish
her strength arose from the rims of despair
Running to a
that place where hurt shall be no more
Running to the trees touch that sky
running for her freedom
running because I count too!
Running for my life
Running,
laying,- aside my fears
Running. to grow my trees,
again…
This poem is inspired by: Oklahoma Bombings, Events9’11 and the current tragedy in “Nepal”
http://kfor.com/2015/04/26/thousands-of-oklahomans-gearing-up-for-oklahoma-city-memorial-marathon/
Up this morning feeling so good & happy
Thinking happy thoughts
Did a happy dance
Mixed in a little, raw sugar and Whip cream
Played all my happy records
Minded my own happy-bidness!
Sneezed a happy sneeze
Put on my best Springy-
Maxi-dress
Walked off my happy porch
And…
Lawd have Mercy!
A flat
Tire!
This is a play on a Poem by Jackie Earley “One Thousand Nine-Hundred & sixty-Eight Winters” It’s a favorite poem of mine.
Our prompt today (optional, as always), will hopefully provide you with a bit of Friday fun. Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).
Five buckets of love
Above Ash Place street
Spirits,on the floor, laughing , such a soothing fall.
Her wig fell straight into the offering plate ,
all because her fix was twisted
I pulled the joker’s card and did me no good
I attended Church @ Bedside Baptist
Farting on oak wood,
while the people praise the Lord…
An old woman sneered said “you ought to be a shame!”
I guess I couldn’t help it!!!
Krissy Mosley Ministries 