Comfortable, cozy cushions
Old fashioned, plump, place
Upholstered in pink flowers
Covered with patterned pillows
Home sweet home’s happy place
#NaPoWriMo Day 2–Prompt: Place
This old couch might be out of style and unattractive to some, but it’s my comfort place and where I often go to relax in the mornings to have my coffee and view the world outside my window.
This is where I often get inspirations for my poetry also.
Sometimes I look at it and can’t believe I purchased it second hand for only $7.00!
It’s a treasure to me and my favorite place, now more than ever since we are in this “shelter in place” time.
Where is your favorite place? Are you able to access it often?
I am my mother’s face in the mirror,
As I speak her favorite quotes
To myself, that “This Too Shall Pass”.
I am dad’s voice echoing,
“Don’t Forget, Smell The Flowers”.
I am God’s Spirit,
To the world,
#NaPoWriMo 2020–Prompt: Self Portrait Poem
This will be the 7th year that I will be participating in #NaPoWriMo April Poetry Poem A Day Challenge.
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Words melt like Butter
Rough Sandpaper heart brings
Tears like Raindrops
NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 30–Prompt: Minimalistic Poem mentioned words were Butter, Sandpaper, Raindrop
Faint fluttering flicker
Among springtime’s treasures
Among garden beauties
Aroused from winter’s sleep
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 29-Off Prompt
I live in a dictionary
With words as house mates
Composed of verses
It alphabetically speaks
Reverse Mirror Cinquain/Meta poem
(One definition of Meta is: “pertaining to or noting an abstract, high-level analysis or commentary, especially one that consciously references something of its own type.”)
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 28–Prompt: write a Meta Poem
Let it not be said
Winter’s breath impaired us
Pickets wear purple
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 27–Prompt: You can pick a line you like from one of Shakespeare’s sonnets and use it as the genesis for a new poem.
(I chose Sonnet 06 “Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface” as my inspiration)
Waking to the sound
Of a dove’s soft cooing,
My sleepy eyes delight
At sunshine, and the morning
Sounds of baby birds.
Taste awakening anew,
I touch life boldly
Smelling it’s fragrant winds that
Promise new life again.
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 25–Prompt: write a poem about a specific season using all five senses