MORE THAN ENOUGH
How do you measure
what’s enough?
Do you add up material possessions,
money, power, fame?
Do those things alone bring fulfillment?
My meter for those things
barely rises above zero.
But I have you.
I have the family we share
and the home we’ve built together.
How could I want for more
when what I have is more than enough?
Spark you creativity every week by working your way through the alphabet: one letter, one week at a time.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
PROMPT #04 - DREAM (or DREAMS, if you prefer)
Finally feeling a bit more human after a very long battle with the flu. For this week's journey through the alphabet, your can choose either "dream" or "dreams" for your title and poetry theme.
DREAM UNREALIZED
They dream of stardom,
live but for fame and fortune,
drown in despair’s pool.
DREAM UNREALIZED
They dream of stardom,
live but for fame and fortune,
drown in despair’s pool.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
RE-PROMPT #03 - COLORS (with a twist)
What should have only been an extended weekend away from my poetry postings evolved into almost two weeks as I was hit with the flu on my return home. As I continue to recover, I'm going to extend the time for Prompt #03 so that I can more fully explore more colorful poetic avenues. We will continue our travels through the alphabet on March 11, 2010 with the letter "D". Thanks for your patience!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
PROMPT #03 – COLORS (with a twist)
This week’s prompt is "colors," but we’re changing things up for this prompt. The color is your choice. It can be about a black heart, a blue moon, or yellow Shasta daisies. Incorporate the color into your title, and write a poem based on that theme.
THE RED ROSE
Mr. Lincoln’s rose.
A vivid, red reminder.
Blood shed for freedom.
THE RED ROSE
Mr. Lincoln’s rose.
A vivid, red reminder.
Blood shed for freedom.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
PROMPT #02 - BRIDGE
BROKEN BRIDGE
Our bridge is broken.
Plank by plank, we built it,
and plank by plank, we brought it down.
Once, we could reach across
with outstretched hands
touching heart, mind and soul.
Now, we stay on our own side,
keeping our thoughts and needs
to ourselves,
without risk of tumbling
into the blackened hole of indifference.
Our bridge is broken.
Plank by plank, we built it,
and plank by plank, we brought it down.
Once, we could reach across
with outstretched hands
touching heart, mind and soul.
Now, we stay on our own side,
keeping our thoughts and needs
to ourselves,
without risk of tumbling
into the blackened hole of indifference.
Monday, February 1, 2010
PROMPT #01 - AFRAID
AFRAID OF BEING ALONE
The feeling of loneliness
grips me with terror,
and tears I cannot control
ceaselessly fall from my eyes.
I cry for what I think is lost
but, in reality,
is merely misplaced.
My stomach in knots,
I try to bring reason to this
unfounded fear.
But rational thinking eludes me.
Darkness envelops my spirit.
Panic sets in as another empty day
threatens any sense of contentment.
And tears, never fully contained,
continue their merciless journey.
The feeling of loneliness
grips me with terror,
and tears I cannot control
ceaselessly fall from my eyes.
I cry for what I think is lost
but, in reality,
is merely misplaced.
My stomach in knots,
I try to bring reason to this
unfounded fear.
But rational thinking eludes me.
Darkness envelops my spirit.
Panic sets in as another empty day
threatens any sense of contentment.
And tears, never fully contained,
continue their merciless journey.
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