of crooked flower petals
sets apart the bloom
meant for his kiss. I receive
twisted beauty in my hand.
Song Choice: Good Enough by Evanescence
This poem is linked to Poets United: Poetry Pantry 382
of branches hidden in spring.
I can't deny it
exists to avoid my pain
lest it consumes the good left.
Song Choice: Praying by Kesha
This poem was created for a prompt given by Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, A Skyflower Friday: Goodbye. Hop on down to the pond to see more poetic inspirations from the rest of the Toads. It is also linked to Poets United: Poetry Pantry 381
from cradled porcelain bowl
tasting of springtime.
My spirit needs this moment
to remember my purpose.
This poem was created from a prompt given by me over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Creature Comforts. Hop on to the pond to see what the rest of the toads have to say on the topic of comforts. It is also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry 380.
― E.B. White,
When Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads announced they'd be bringing back their In Tandem series (collaborations between the poets swimming in the pond) I was delighted to get a chance to work with amazing fellow poet, and (after a few years of visits and crazy phone calls) good friend, Magaly Guerrero. We kicked around the idea of doing something Quite Serious, but realized, for various reasons, it was better for our health and happiness to go a little more lighthearted with this.
Song Choice: Sweet Jane by the Cowboy Junkies
This poem was inspired by the prompt given at Imaginary Gardens For Real Toads: Watch the Corners which was based around the song by Dinosaur Jr of the same name. I have also linked up to Poet's United Poetry Pantry 363.
While I could go with Watch the Corners for the song choice, instead I'm going to go with the song that had me bawling when I was pregnant with my now college-bound son, You'll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins, from the movie Tarzan, because that was really the first time I knew that someday my baby boy was going to grow up.
Nightingale Hours has been a popular piece ever since I wrote it a year ago. It certainly suits the theme of Beltane quite well, so I thought it'd be fun to record it in honor of the day.
and see that I
Process Note: A few years ago I visited an exhibition about pirates at one of the local museums. I remember reading a blurb on one of the displays that said pirates were not allowed to be buried in graveyards among the respectable citizens. I immediately had a mental picture of a pirate scoffing at that, which was followed by an urge to write a poem. I actually didn't then, due to having to wrangle my then-young children past the gift shop. But the combination of the two prompts reminded me of what I wanted to write.
This poem was created for Poetry for the Cruelest Month: Protest and Outrage and for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
This piece was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Twitter Me a Gothic Poem, where Magaly asked us to create a poem from tweets from two of the writers she has listed, and our own tweet back at them. I chose Charlotte Bronte and Sylvia Plath.
Sadly, this is the last week of Prompt Nights, but Sanaa's wonderful energy will still be going strong over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.