May 28, 2013 Man of Sorrow





Man of Sorrow

Known by different names

An innocent was he

The world weighted heavy

Tried to balance it

On his broad shoulders

Like an explorer

He lived in his own

World of sadness

He studied it like a student

Under a magnifying glass

He discovered its’ secrets

He was an expert

On the subject

It hung around him

Like smoke

Began near the floor

Crept along the baseboards

Filled the room

Choked the breath

Yet sometimes he would

Flash a shy smile

Show his dimple

To his Mother’s delight

In an instant Like a blanket

Tossed and spread

Sadness returned

Buried him before
He was dead

When seen on the road

He was more down cast

Than his own shadow

Man of sorrow

He tried to “take it like a man”

(His Father’s words)

But he was sucked

Beneath the waves

An undertow

It seemed the clock was broken

The hour came too soon

No one can say for sure

What happened next

He went away

Off the path

More than

He could endure

Died of sadness

An extreme case

Lonely man indeed

Note:  Sorting through pictures, so reminded me of happier days.  It is hard to believe the “big bear” no longer walks among us.

May 26, 2013 Wordle :


naked, sylph, underground, depart, light, somatic, passing, tather, entice, seamless


She a naked sylph

Tathered for too long

Held against her will

Althought not underground

She was buried alive

No one passing by suspected

No one knew

No one saw

The light under the door

Should have been the clue

She lived a life

Of seamless horror

One of restraints and crulty

Every somatic pain was hers

She longed for freedom

For home

It was not

Her intention to entice

If the captor

Let down his guard

She would depart

And one day

That very thing happened

After ten long years

She was free!

May 25, 2013 Sunday Whirl and Poets United

Prompt: beam, anchor, shift, close, heart, phrase,
range, connect, current, fertile, layers, yield

The open range
Atop the mesa
Dropped anchor
Grew root
Buried my heart
In less than fertile ground
Deep in layers of caliche
No harvest yield expected

The wind’s current
Scours the landscape
As my heart grew in the land
The land grew in me
Sunbeams shine
Most everyday
The phrase
“A sunny day is a happy day”
Becomes a question
As there is a close connection
Between drying and dying
All that lives needs water


Poets United

Verse First ~ The Wild Truth

Journey to a Wild Truth

Truth that elusive thing

Hiding right in front of my face

Out of site

Hard to hold

Hard to know

It changes


Won’t hold still

Is only for one’s self

Can never know for another

What is true

What is not

Often what is not true

Is the truest thing

I know

May 18, 2013 Sunday Whirl #109

Prompt: nebulous, bleak, cut, vision, timing, touch, hover
crush, opaque, blazing, torch, slab, breath

The Tide Changes

I lie on my slab

My breath shallow

Like the water

At low tide

Pink sand between

My fingers

I rise

The world nebulous

Nothing clear

Out of focus

All is bleak

Dark clouds hover above

Someone says, “cut!”

Like the filming of a movie

My vision clears

No longer opaque

The timing will be measured

By the sundial in the yard

My fingers touch the cold metal

The sun appears

A blazing torch

Burns away melancholy

Crushes dark mood

The tide is coming in

Waves crash on shore

Children scream with delight


A High School Crush

The sky an opaque

Chrystal shimmering

Casting sunlight

Shadows hovering

Blue on sand

The constant breeze

Now breathless

Quiet and still

Stone slabs in the court

Hot to the touch

Under the blazing desert sun

Timing is everything

You a bleak horseman

Dressed in black

A vision lit by torch

From an old notebook

Poems of love

A nebulous affair

Also hot to the touch

A woman

With a high school crush

May 16, 2013 We Write Poems

Prompt: Write apiece about the body.

Body and Soul

We are in the body
We are the body
We act the body
With eyes

But what of feeling
The body feels

Of the deeper feeling
We are soul

We create
We sooth
We heal
We are soul

Not one or the other
We are all one
You and me
And one with
All that we see

#156: Prompt Dark and Gloomy

Dark and Gloomy
Sometimes it is true
Things don’t work out
A hole it torn
Paint is spilled
All is dark
Our mood gloomy
But in the morning
The sun rises
We begin again

May 11, 2013 Sunday Wordle #108 and Real Toads

Prompt: mouth, vow, drone, space, chants, sun,

binding, crook, circling, broken, cave, fist


(Image from the internet)

First Woman

In the speed of light

Words spill from her mouth

Chants form and

Are heard as she drones

Circling around her

Caught in the crooks of trees

Where they hang

Limp and lifeless

Old time broken

Emerge from the cave

Vows uttered below her breath

The rising sun illuminates

Bindings drawn tight

Hands clenched into fists


She claims full rights

As a human


Prompt: At Real Toads__ Violet.


Today the 12th of May

I have chosen blue

Pure blue

Ultramarine blue


With small additions of purple

I shall see

The blue turn to blue violet

To violet

Mystery in its’ color

A tale of morning sky


And sorrow


Cowboys ride below

Sailors sail upon

Singing shanty songs

Little girls with ribbons

In their hair

Flying behnd

Aviators fly above

Violet all around


Picking blackberries

With my Grandmother

Violet stains on my dress

And finger tips

Dripping from my lips

Tempting snakes

Memories abound





May 10, 2013 We Write Poems

prompt 155 A red-letter day

MAY 8, 2013

Welcome back. You’ve described the usual. Now describe a red-letter day. It could be a recollection or it could be a reference. Or it could be just about feeling special. In fact that is what you should actually aim for. What made the protagonist feel special? What is indelible? The day the protagonist discovered a passion for something maybe. It can be a public occasion. It can be completely internal. You may wish to take one element from the first poem and develop it. And just to jazz things up, and if it fits the story of your protagonist, drop the name of a celebrity. You know, it could add some razzmatazz or glamor and perhaps, glamor is what the protagonist needs. Substitute glamor as needed. A margarita?

So this is the second poem in the series.

You can link your poem to this post once it’s written. You have all week to write. Next Thursday, we’ll see you for a new prompt. Hint hint: It’ll have to feature the protagonist. The idea is that the protagonist will somehow tie all your poems together so there’s a kind of storyline going on. We’ll explore. We’ll make the ordinary extraordinary.

Amanda, Gina and Michelle

Frida has been down

Can’t sleep

Gory Cleveland story

Three women

Thoughts twisted

No woman can draw a breath

Be unaffected by the horror

In blood and bone



Theft of self

Ten years

Ten long years

They did what they had to

They saw their chance

They broke away


This was a red letter day


Was not their choice

Innocence was stolen

Let no one take it away

Freedom for Frida makes

A red letter day

note:  No, this was not what I thought I would write about, but it is so awful, it must be spoken.  When your Mother tells you not to get into a car with someone, anyone, listen.

May 5, 2013 We Write Poems

prompt 154 who is your protagonist?
MAY 1, 2013
tags: protagonist, We Write Poems
by Irene
Write about an ordinary day where nothing much happened except the usual. Tell us what’s the usual. You could go that way or you could decide to make some surreal thing happen.
You’re the poet. You can write whatever.
(And if you survived Napowrimo, all the more you should adopt the “I can do whatever” attitude.)
To make it interesting, you’d have to give a sense of the protagonist in your piece. Whether you use the first or third person you have to have a protagonist. Give the person a name. If you’re following this prompt site, then you will have to bear in mind that you’re going to write a series of poems featuring that protagonist.
So this is the first.
You can link your poem to this post once it’s written. You have all week to write. Next Thursday, we’ll see you for a new prompt. Hint hint: It’ll have to feature the protagonist. The idea is that the protagonist will somehow tie all your poems together so there’s a kind of storyline going on. We’ll explore. We’ll make the ordinary extraordinary.

Cinco de Mayo
The 5th of May
Certainly not an ordinary day
And yet for Frida
It is just the same
Up early
Still dark

To the studio
Turn on computer
Post poem
To the Sunday Wordle
Have a little read
To see what others have done

As the sun shows its’ head
Not back to bed
But an ordinary
Breakfast instead
An egg, toast
Fresh orange juice
A cup of hot coffee

All is quiet still
Back to the studio
Organize the last work
Put it away
Clean the work area

Will start new work today
It is dust in the desert
That will get you
Can’t leave anything
For a day
Before it is coated
And grey

So celebrate
The 5th of May
Light your candle
And prey
The work when finished
On an ordinary day
Will be judged
…. Some will say

May 5, 2013 Sunday Whirl #107 and deVerse


Thunderous Pulsing
Time marches on
Spit in the wind
Send messages to the ancestors
Count the number of days
Which slip from my purse
You thought it was
Safe in a thousand ways
Steam raises from the
The soup in the red dish
In front of you
Dressing to reveal your charm
Pulsing red and blue
Time marches on



deVerse:  Prompt Fairytales, Myths and Folktales




Color Vocabulary Based on Children’s Stories

An artist could create a visual vocabulary
Of color based on folktales, myths, and fairytales
Take the color from the stories
And when that color is used
The viewer would know
The artist is talking
About lessons learned
For example:
White from Snow White
Red and White stripes from the Cat in the Hat
Green from Peter Pan
Black from Dracula
Silver from the wolf and pink from the Three Little Pigs
Golden from Rapunzel
Sienna from Billy Goat Gruff
Grey and black from Briar Rabbit and the Tar Baby
The glass slippers of Cinderella
Not a color, but any color used transparently
Rusty red from Chicken Little
Purple of the plum of Tom Thumb
Or the artist could make his own designations
Blue and Green for the woodsman’s tunic
Royal colors of purple and red for Kings, Queens and Princes
Expand the meaning and the charm
Tie it all to children’s stories


Note:  Image of sketchbook to show how an artist might create this vocabulary.