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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
I know a young lass who wears the Spring, she sprays it from a bottle. Of lilacs, dewdrops and blooming things, it ought to smell a lottle. But somewhere in those aromas floral are sprinkled weird ingredients. Now, to imitate Spring should be immoral but in business, it’s expedience. So instead of using all scents natural, they think to make improvements. Yet, the resulting potion is, in factual, a concoction of pollutants I know she thinks she’s wearing Spring, and smells just like a rose. Alas to me, it’s a chemical thing, that irritates my nose. Written for Promptly Poetry Week 45 "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" ![]() Prompt/Week # 45 Select one of the five senses, then write a poem about it. sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch |
Because I once have seen a wave its tide engrave when at its full a push and pull Because I once have dipped my toes into its flow the ocean’s roll renewed my soul Because of this, I can still feel sea’s kiss so real though far away from salty spray Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" ![]() Week 44 Prompt - Minute Poetry The Minute Poem is a rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into three stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff \ \ I misread the directions at first and wrote 12 lines of 8 syllables in iambic meter I am not throwing that poem away but appending it here. I had to chop it up to fit the prompt, but this is how it began: Because I once have seen a wave Upon the sand its tide engrave Heaving, foaming when at its full The chaos in the push and pull Because I once have dipped my toes Into the icy ebb and flow Held my breath ‘neath the ocean’s roll shocked my senses, renewed my soul Because of this, I can still feel Sea’s kiss upon my skin, so real Though far from shores and salty spray I oft’ relive those sunny days |
You never see a stormy sky though you reside in the clouds, no noises from the busy burg rise high enough to disturb you, no birds nesting in the nooks wake you with their trilling, no voice from your past can haunt you. An ivory tower impenetrable helps you escape it, there is only music if you make it, but you don’t sing anymore do you? Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" ![]() Week 43 - Prompt - image of a white castle with spires and towers reaching to the clouds |
This man-made wind cools but is lacking in style. It’s an unrelenting roar unaccompanied by rustling leaves. It never swirls around flirtatiously before rushing up to meet you and caress your cheek. It plays no concert in the trees but drowns out the music of the night with its boorish droning. It simply but steadily blows - humming at a decibel sufficient to lure the mind away from distractions, moving enough air to allow sleep but still, I am no fan. Promptly Poetry Week 42 Prompt -Listen. What’s the most prominent sound you hear? Write about it. |
When the dark waters of the sky quench the fire of the day, birds sleep in secret places lamps are extinguished and I lay my head down in expectation of silent escape. In the cradle of my pillow the thrum of my pulse echoes in my ear. The fan hums and drums a big band? no, a symphony the music insistent it ricochets from wall to wall. Roll over and it stops but there’s a vibration to the night the earth emits a low growl menacing a response to the retreating light. Dreams create from this other worlds into which I am thrown. Voices arise from sparking synapses. There is chaos in this imperfect silence and I am glad to wake to the choking cough of the coffee pot. Written for Promptly Poetry "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" ![]() Week 41 Prompt Write a poem about silence. Explore its different aspects (eerie, peaceful, anxiety-provoking, etc.). |