Posted in April 2018, NaPoWriMo 2018, Triolet

Extravagance

Garbage, Trash

Wanting and wasting are we

Living in a plastic worldly tent

Of high tech commodity

Wanting and wasting are we

Our waste destroying the sea

And littering our enviroment

Wanting and wasting are we

Living in a plastic worldly tent

Triolet

This poem is based on an “up-ended” meaning of this phrase: “waste not, want not”

This is actually a proverb which means:

if you use a commodity or resource carefully and without extravagance, you will never be in need.

This was one of my mom’s favorite sayings. She lived the the Great Depression. We would all do well to learn to do this nowadays.

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 13

we challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.of a familiar phrase get up-ended.

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Posted in March 2018, Triolet

Writer’s Question

Pencil, notepad, crumpled paper

What should I write about?

Something I seek or see?

Something that deserves a shout?

What should I write about?

Things that I believe or doubt?

Something I hope or dream will be?

What should I write about?

Something I seek or see?

Triolet

Posted in November 2017, Triolet

Your Vestige

Fall Leaves

Time and life will take their toll.

They will leave a lasting imprint.

What is to be your end goal?

Time and life will take their toll.

The body dies but not the soul.

Consider this as you do your stint.

Time and life will take their toll,

They will leave a lasting imprint.

Triolet

Posted in November 2017, Triolet

Searching for Inspiration

Who? What? When? Why? Where? Words In a cloud image
Uninspired, and I’m trying to write.

Who, What, When, Why, Where?

Why are some days such a fight?

Uninspired, and I’m trying to write,

But just a blank page is in my sight.

You know, some days just aren’t fair!

Uninspired, and I’m trying to write,

Who, What, When, Why, Where.

Triolet 

Posted in October 2017, Triolet

One Small Rose

One Rose
I am not a grand bouquet

I am just a single flower

What can I hope to say

I am not a grand bouquet

But in some small way 

I am important to her

I am not a grand bouquet

I am just a single flower

Triolet

“Sometimes Little Things Mean A Lot

Posted in October 2017, Triolet

Give Thanks

Sunset
Dont let this day come to an end

Without a word of thanks for it 

Whether you faced foe or friend

Dont let this day come to an end

Until a word of thanks you extend

Thank God for life-every bit

Dont let this day come to an end

Without a word of thanks for it 

Triolet