PROMPT #143 – PERSONIFICATION : GUEST HOST – SARA McNULTY

On my tour of places where wonderful poetry is proffered by extremely talented poets, I find myself in the Northwest United States where this incredible transplanted New York poet prefers to pose her purple penned poetry in Portland, Oregon. Her screen name (if you haven’t guessed) is “purplepeninportland”, but we know her as the incredibly gifted and prolific poet, Sara McNulty.

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POET SARA McNULTY
POET SARA McNULTY

IN SARA’S WORDS:

After taking two short story writing classes at NYU, I concentrated on that genre of writing for several years. One day, in 2009, I came across Robert Brewer’s, Poetic Asides in Writer’s Digest. A purple pen ignited in my head, and I knew all I wanted to write was poetry. Five years later, I still love reading and writingpoetry. When Creative (Poetic) Bloomings came along, started by two poets I greatly admired, Walter Wojtanik and Marie Elena Good, I found a new garden in which to grow. I am a Poetic Sites Addict, but am trying to cut down. I have gained confidence, support, and great virtual friends.

Voices in Verse is a poetry group that meets at a local library once a month. Memberships is growing, and we all take turns reading. They are a diverse, wonderful group of people.

My work has been published in: The Avocet; Poetic Bloomings; Brevitypoetry; Underground Voices; Flashquake; Still Crazy; Writers Digest 79th Annual Poetry Competition; Fifth Annual Writer’s Digest Poetry Awards; Poetsespresso; Melisma; and The Oregonian.

On a personal note, My husband and I, both born and bred in Brooklyn, New York, have now been living in the Pacific Northwest for five years. We love the life here, and wish all our east coast friends would join us. We share our home with two rescue dogs, one from New York of unknown breed, and one from
Portland, a dachshund with issues. In June, my husband and I will be married for 35 years, after knowing each other two months. You never know!

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PROPMT #143 – PERSONIFICATION

The color and timber of our expressions are what makes our poetry sing. We give life to our words, sometimes in a very human way. We give feelings and emotions to inanimate objects, painting wonderful new portraits, the vignettes of our muse.

Use the device of Personification (examples: Love Waits or Time Flies…) Make this the title of your poem and write what it means to you.

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WALT’S PERSONIFICATION:

MY HEART SINGS

A sad lament sent forth
from deep in the bowels,
are the shrieky howls of my heart.
It started when the recently departed
moon crept between the reaching branches;
twiggy fingers pointed skyward and the melody
heard in whispers and whistles betwixt the thistles.
Love decided to hide inside the boisterous beating ballad
of that cardiac crooner and the sooner it was through
it would have a clue; my heart can’t carry a tune.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

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SARA’S POEM COMES TO LIFE:

SHY VIOLETS

Peonies puffed out their chests,
roses nodded royal heads,
and pansies pranced,
smiling at attendees
as the dance began.
Violets in their velvet coats
remained bunched together,
too shy to glide
onto the dance floor.
When bluebells
rang in a waltz, three kind
camellias came to the rescue,
slowly fanning out around
the stiff violets, coaxing them
onto the floor. Sunflowers
scattered seeds of confetti.
The dance was a success.
Violets now eagerly await
the next Flower Ball.

(C) Copyright Sara McNulty – 2014

We welcome Sara McNulty as our co-host this week and invite you all to plant your poems here!
 

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  1. michael Avatar
    michael

    Not a new poem, written when I was much younger, but one I think uses personification and deserved a new audience perhaps.

    Alone, a bird climbs into the heights

    1. Walt Wojtanik Avatar
      Walt Wojtanik

      It certainly fits Michael. And it’s new to our eyes and does deserve a fresh look.

      1. michael Avatar
        michael

        thanks walt, appreciate the encouragement

    2. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      It has a lullaby feel to me. (Go to sleep but wake to morning’s light) I really like the mood of this.

      1. michael Avatar
        michael

        thank you Debi, I always had that impression as well, I always thought it could almost be a children’s story except the language is a bit too sophisticated for younger children perhaps

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Excellent, Michael. I definitely fits.

      1. michael Avatar
        michael

        hmmm, I could have sworn I wrote a comment back to you Claudsy, but thanks so much for reading. There are so many talented gardeners here!

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          You did reply, Michael. 🙂

    4. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      Beautiful poem, Michael.

      1. michael Avatar
        michael

        thank you connie, I really appreciate that

    5. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Loved that Michael…all of nature alive and personal. Beautiful.

      1. michael Avatar
        michael

        thank you, I am happy you enjoyed it!

    6. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Superb.

    7. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Very good Michael. Full of rich expressions

    8. seingraham Avatar
      seingraham

      Hey Sara…lovely to see you here…a great choice for co-host (if I’m not mistaken, you and I go back a long, long way…).”Shy Violets” exemplifies the best parts of personification and if I’m not mistaken, it’s a speciality of yours, yes? And Walt, “Your Heart Sings” — it also brings tears to the eyes…what a poignant, kind of tongue-in-cheek, punnish type of poem…I love it but it touched me in unexpected ways.

      1. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Thanks, Sharon. We do go back quite a way, and it is rewarding to be in such good company.

    9. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      This is beautiful, Michael. I’m glad I had the chance to read it here.

  2. William Preston Avatar
    William Preston

    FLYING CLOUDS

    Nimbus
    and cumulus
    are accumulating,
    racing to see which one can climb
    higher.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

    1. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      I like this William, I can almost see this in a kids picture book.

    2. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      I’ve seen this before. Clouds roiling, building, yes, like a race. Very Nice

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Good one, William.

    4. elishevasmom Avatar
      elishevasmom

      Wonderful Will. and it suits the form nicely as well

    5. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      Nice one, William.

    6. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      I love this image. A silent competition, and near the end the crowds will rumble.

  3. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Wow! Sara and Walt, stunning poems to start us off.

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Amen to that! I had to laugh at Walt’s last verse though it is a bit sad. Sara – What a lovely poem. It needs to be a pretty picture book.

    2. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      I agree.

    3. Henrietta Choplin Avatar
      Henrietta Choplin

      Yes…!!

  4. connielpeters Avatar
    connielpeters

    My tea pot like a portly host
    Of her I will most gladly boast
    She cannot clearly speak
    She calls me with a shriek
    Then graciously serves tea with toast

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Sweet. I love a cuppa myself.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Love this, Connie. It has such a spritely feel to it. A joy to read.

    3. elishevasmom Avatar
      elishevasmom

      😀

    4. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      Thanks for the comments. I wish we all could have a cup of tea together.

    5. ms pie Avatar
      ms pie

      now that is a most beautiful tea poem…. loving a good cuppa tea… there’s nothing like a good tea pot who sings a lovely tune….

    6. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Immediately you had my favorite little fat teapot appear in my mind, and your words fit her sweetly. Loved it Connie.

    7. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Wonderful, wonderful!

    8. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      I recently burnt my poor teapot! I’m preparing for a burial.

  5. georgeplace2013 Avatar
    georgeplace2013

    Winter
    Frosty and biting
    Bullies his way into the year.
    Howls, “My turn!”
    Then struts across the countryside
    Till it hunkers down like a
    Whipped dog.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Short, effective, and very true this year. Great use of personification. Wonderful visuals, too. Terrific!

    2. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      Love this and when winter hunkers down like a whipped dog.

    3. ms pie Avatar
      ms pie

      yep that’s whaz going on over here… whipped bad…

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        Thanks Ladies. Yep, ms pie seems like winter always rushes in after my wisteria starts to bud and frosts it. It has only bloomed once beautifully since I planted it years ago.

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Yes, you tagged grouch old man Winter well. Great, George.

      1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
        SevenAcreSky

        I mean Debi. (Sorry, focused on your moniker, Debi.)

        1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
          georgeplace2013

          Either is fine : ) Thanks

    5. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Bingo!

    6. michael Avatar
      michael

      personally, I think that is one puppy that needs to be swatted by a rolled up newspaper to the nose and put outside, maybe it will run away and we can get a cat instead? Great poem.

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        It is worth a try anyway : )

    7. elishevasmom Avatar
      elishevasmom

      struts across the countryside till it hunkers down … what wonderful!

    8. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      I really like this visual. This winter was certainly like a big bully dog. Barking and biting. I love the ending as well. Hunkering down…until next year!

    9. seingraham Avatar
      seingraham

      Oh George…that’s winter for sure!

    10. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Personification hard at work here, Debi!

  6. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Time Flies

    Time
    Slips from under your feet
    Like a rug
    Pulled
    Like a plug
    Until drained

    Time flies
    With a thousand eyes
    Like a bug
    With an axe to grind
    But hard to find
    At times
    To smash with a rug

    Times flies
    Like a hummingbird
    At times
    Hovering and sipping nectar
    Sweet
    While you sense the beat
    Of simmering wings

    Time flies
    Erratic
    Like a bat out of hell
    Thirsty
    For blood with fangs
    Too difficult to quell

    Time flies
    In rhythm
    Like a butterfly
    Fresh out of prison
    Anxious
    Of enjoying springs wings
    For the first time

    Time flies
    Slow
    As the paint dries
    The temperature
    Low
    And you need
    A fresh coat of patience

    Time flies
    Bumbling
    Like a bumblebee
    Back and forth
    Stings
    Numbing thee
    Right in the kisser!

    Time flies
    Away
    Like a daughter
    Astray
    Happily to college
    Relieved
    Even though you’ll miss her

    Time flies
    In disguise
    Like 007 spies
    But you’re largely unaware
    They’re there
    Until you’re robbed
    With no time left to spare

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Times does fly and you’ve given this poem gossamer wings of truth.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thanks Debi, and I learned a new word gossamer!

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Wonderful job, Benjamin. So many visuals, so many small truths we don’t think about until they occur for us. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thank you.

    3. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      Like the thought of the many aspects of something as consistent as time.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thanks Connie

    4. ms pie Avatar
      ms pie

      ohhhh, that is a wonderful ride through time….. so many images pass by as if going down a rabbit hole…

      1. Wm Preston Avatar
        Wm Preston

        That’s how it struck me, too.

      2. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thx! And I love your name by the way.

    5. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Ben, your images, with the emotions that you gave each item or animal, made this perfect personification.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thx Damon

    6. michael Avatar
      michael

      outstanding images and use of the assignment. I like the structure also, is this a specific form?

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        This is no particular form but I kind of had it in the back of my head though

    7. seingraham Avatar
      seingraham

      Well done…time does indeed fly…

    8. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Love this, Benjamin! ‘Time flies like a hummingbird’ stanza is my favorite. This is a good form, pared down but still juicy.

    9. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh, lovely! Time truly DOES fly in many different ways, and you’ve capture them well!

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thanks so much Pamela

  7. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    WORN DOWN

    (Try and guess what personal item this is)

    We need to talk…
    I’ve suffered your hips
    Long enough…

    Yer walks.
    Yer strides.
    Yer moving side to side.
    All yer belly achin’
    And all yer rodeos put together…
    Have GOT to go.

    And the one-pack beer belly is reaaallly startin’ to get to me.
    Its hard breathin’ under that caboose man!
    Wake up! What’s the matter with you!
    Get your ass on the treadmill!!

    You now I actually used to be a fine piece of leather in my day. Until now.

    You might’ve wore me down…
    But I’m crackin’ this whip now mister!

    Benjamin

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Ah, Benjamin. At first I thought it might be a good pair of chaps, or perhaps a belt, but I’ve given up now. Please tell before the end of the week.

      I certainly understand from a wearer’s POV the meaning of this poem. Treadmills and I don’t see eye to eye either. 🙂

      1. elishevasmom Avatar
        elishevasmom

        Your comments are sooo on target today!
        I’d have to go with belt.

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          Good one, Ben. I saw it all so clearly. I wonder what that says about my own chances for getting a belt to fit. 🙂

        2. poetryshack Avatar
          poetryshack

          Correct!

    2. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      That’s my guess, too, good poem.

      1. connielpeters Avatar
        connielpeters

        Or saddle.

      2. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Your guess was right Connie it’s a belt!

    3. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Ben, gotta be a belt, with it’s fraying stitches, buckle falling apart, stretched and strained. I have one like that.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        You guessed it! It’s a belt.

    4. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      This sounds like something’s going to snap, one way or the other.

  8. flashpoetguy Avatar
    flashpoetguy

    APRIL LOVE
    (HAIKU STRING)

    under warming ground
    seeds break through their coverings
    anticipating

    when April rains fall
    living plant creatures think green
    and stretch their tendrils

    imagine God’s joy
    creating sparrow and rose
    out of air and dust

    a young man’s fancy
    propels him on flights of love
    old man’s fancies too

    he sings “April Love”
    voice smooth as maple syrup
    and frigid hearts thaw

    crows in the elm tree
    what do you observe up there?
    surely not straw men!

    what would April say
    if it had a mouth of words?
    “God bless the flowers!”

    #

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Wonderful. I love the third and fifth esp.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Such a lovely piece, Sal. Marvelous.

    3. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      Makes me more than ready for spring.

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      April in full expression….loved this too, Sal.

    5. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      No offense meant, but for me April Love means Pat Boone, who had a voice that smooth.

    6. michael Avatar
      michael

      engaging, lovely read, well done

    7. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Lovely Sal, enjoyed this Haiku spring!

  9. flashpoetguy Avatar
    flashpoetguy

    SUMMER’S END

    Single rose,
    Last of summer,
    Pearls of dew
    Or your teardrops
    On petals
    Bright velvet-red?
    We share this lonely garden.

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    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Has a “Last of the Summer Wine” feel to me. Lovely,lonely

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Another winner, Sal. Soft, sweet, and how we often look at our garden’s blossoms. Beautiful.

    3. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      “teardrops on petals” nice

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Sweet moment, caught there in your verse. Beautiful.

    5. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      This leaves me with a touch of melancholy. Beautiful.

    6. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      You are a good flower for this garden, Sal.

  10. flashpoetguy Avatar
    flashpoetguy

    APRIL FOOLS

    April fools
    no one

    we wait for her
    to come
    with magic wand

    and wake from
    winter sleep
    the buried seeds

    clothe barren trees
    spread green
    everywhere

    reset lovers’ hearts
    to warm thoughts
    of love reborn

    #

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      I love this twist from what we usually think when we read ‘April Fool’

      1. Wm Preston Avatar
        Wm Preston

        I agree. Had me fooled.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      The play on words works very well in this one and gives it a sense of intimacy, as if you’re telling the reader a secret or stating an opinion so strongly that you’re a judge standing in front of friends,beside a fireplace, discussing a monumental case before the bar.

      I love it for that quality of placing me inside a scene in my mind, created with each well-chosen word. You gave me a terrific mind movie this morning, Sal. Thank you.

    3. connielpeters Avatar
      connielpeters

      Yes, love that first line.

    4. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Exquisite Sal. I think the last stanza is my favorite one.

    5. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      No wonder I’m a fool for love–it’s April’s fault.

    6. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Clever take on the prompt.

    7. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Ahhh, I like this one, Sal. We DO wait impatiently, every year, for her magical arrival.

  11. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
    Erin Kay Hope

    I think I posted this before, but I’m not certain.

    The Last Rose of Summer

    The last rose of summer bent its red head,
    The petals scattered, drifting to the ground
    To lie in a heap of dull crimson…dead…
    The last rose of summer bent its red head,
    Unable to face the cold season’s dread,
    It withered and fell, died without a sound;
    The last rose of summer bent its red head,
    The petals scattered, drifting to the ground,
    Returning back to the earth whence it fed;
    The last rose of summer bent it’s red head,
    And, scarce noticed, lay there shriveled and dead,
    The last sign of summer’s death that I found;
    The last rose of summer bent its red head,
    The petals scattered, drifting to the ground…

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2014

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      The repeated line gives the poem a weight of…fulfillment? Is that the word I want? It could be sad but instead it has a resignation or maybe recognition of how to face that long sleep. It is very lovely.

      1. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
        Erin Kay Hope

        Thank you for your insightful comment, Debi. 🙂

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Lovely, Erin, as usual. This is very visual. It tells of so many, not just roses, which leave us, spent and mourning until their return on milder days of late spring.

      1. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
        Erin Kay Hope

        Thanks, Claudsy. I actually hadn’t thought of it like that, but now that you say it, I can definitely see that. 🙂

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          You’re welcome, Erin. You never fail to provide an excellent read. That’s a definite gift.

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      The last rose is always a promise of more to come.

      1. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
        Erin Kay Hope

        Yes… Thank you, M. ❤

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Erin, don’t remember this if you did post it earlier. It’s lovely, I love ‘To lie in a heap of dull crimson…dead…” Perfect imagery, and the repeat descriptions but varied views give the moment multi-dimensions.

      1. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
        Erin Kay Hope

        Thanks so much, Damon. Always appreciate your input. 🙂

    5. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      I’m fainted by this form. It looks like a triolet plus. Wonderfully done, and the repetition feels like falling petals.

      1. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
        Erin Kay Hope

        I’ve been trying to remember what this form is called for a while, but it hasn’t come. I know it’s one that RJ introduced to us, but that’s about it.
        Thank you for your comment, Will. Glad you like it. 🙂

  12. iaindouglaskemp Avatar
    iaindouglaskemp

    tomorrow waits…

    yesterday dead and gone
    yet the conscience dwells
    lingering far too long
    today comes full of promise
    full of plans and things to do
    but the mind is drawn away
    and wanders off to play
    the fingers type a merry dance
    and dreams fill the screen
    the eyes glaze over
    the mind is blank
    blocking out what should be done
    work to be finished
    still not begun
    tasks piling up and up and up
    like unread books are trophies
    of waste and willful self-distraction
    then comes a moment
    a burst of energy
    a decision made
    and something useful takes place
    the job not pointless but not of import
    fills the heart with a sense of action
    satisfaction
    until
    the evening fades
    and the bed unmade
    is entered into as though a pact
    to start early before the dawn
    to carry out the plans, fulfill the pledge
    the obligation
    no more abdication
    to steer away from mindless idling
    neglect the needless ironing and recycling
    and finally get on with the thing
    the thing that should long since have been complete
    the mind drifts off into dreams soft and sweet
    for tomorrow waits that is the motto
    that is each night’s refrain
    but truth be told
    tomorrow waits in vain.

    Iain

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      This reminds me of one of my favorite poems “I Meant to Do My Work Today by Richard Le Gallienne”. I think your poem is wonderful, too, and that we are too busy being busy most of the time.

      1. iaindouglaskemp Avatar
        iaindouglaskemp

        Thanks George – unfortunately too true of my day!

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Excellent, Sal! Such a descriptive of most people’s days and nights, and murmurs of rationalization and justification, notwithstanding, we move to this drummer as if tomorrow actually exists. Wonderful read.

    3. ms pie Avatar
      ms pie

      the description of a day lay waiting patiently… while the sun travels across the sky…. no sorrow in that…. sort of just drifts along as a cloud in the sky of a slow wind….

    4. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Well, (and truthfully) done. Always enjoy reading your work.

      1. Wm Preston Avatar
        Wm Preston

        Amen to both sentiments.

    5. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Ian, you must be speaking of us writers who dream of the discipline it takes to write. “the fingers type a merry dance and dreams fill the screen” but “eyes glaze over.” Loved this.

    6. iaindouglaskemp Avatar
      iaindouglaskemp

      Thanks all – very kind!! 🙂

    7. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I hope tomorrow waits for me; it’s not here yet!

    8. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh yes! Enjoyed this one, Iain! Pretty much live it every day. But, those moments when…
      “… something useful takes place
      the job not pointless but not of import
      fills the heart with a sense of action
      satisfaction…”

      — are SO worth it! 🙂
      (For me, this is usually a poem written or a new posting on the blog)

  13. georgeplace2013 Avatar
    georgeplace2013

    Both of mine are older ones and I can’t remember if I have posted them here before or not – if I have, sorry, my brain is like a sieve.

    Twisted Humor

    I survived, but just barely, Spring’s hateful twin,
    who spits out sleet and blows icy winds,
    who fashions chaos from water and air
    and send it hurtling with great deafening din,
    till finally finished, the tumult at end,
    she yields to her sister, conspirator and friend.

    “Sis, it’s been fun,” she said with a grin,
    “But I need a rest before I do it again.
    So, come tease these mortals while I catch my breath.
    Let the branch bud, the crocus peep through,
    a robin pull up a fat worm or two.
    Beguile them until they forget about me
    then I’ll rush back in for one final spree!”

    Yes, the twin’s twisted humor
    I barely survived
    and I didn’t rest easy till Summer arrived.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This is marvelous and fun, Debi. Such a path of twisted humor as you spin rises and falls, ebbs and flows, with all the movement of a roller coaster when read aloud. Truly a wondrous ride.

      1. Wm Preston Avatar
        Wm Preston

        It is all of that.

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Excellent Debi! Love the twins here. They do seem to work in tandem.

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Sounds like an exchange between some living sisters. Very alive.

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Debi, see my jump-ahead comment way-way below.

    5. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I love the idea of Spring having a hateful twin.

    6. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh fun! Usually imagining adversaries, I never thought of them as co-conspirators.

  14. pmwanken Avatar
    pmwanken

    TIME HEALS
    (a shadorma)

    I first tried
    Bandaids and fixes
    of all kinds,
    pain remained.
    Months passed, seasons changed; my wounds
    are but faint scars now.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Really nice, Paula. I wonder how many types of bandaids man has created to patch such wounds. I think all of us can relate to this one. Great job.

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Thanks. (…and, personally – I’ve tried too many…)

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          I know the feeling, Paula. 🙂

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Excellent Paula! You make it seem effortless.

      1. Wm Preston Avatar
        Wm Preston

        That she does.

        1. pmwanken Avatar
          pmwanken

          Thanks, William (and Benjamin).

      2. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        I’ve somehow
        latched onto this form…
        or rather,
        it has latched
        onto me with twenty-six
        syllables per thought.

        1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
          Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

          Yes, indeed. You are the shadorma queen! 😉

    3. ms pie Avatar
      ms pie

      hmmm that is lovely as I sit patiently waiting for the last part of winter to depart and spring to arrive…

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Thanks, Ms Pie.

    4. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      So true in so many ways. 🙂

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Yes, isn’t it?

    5. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Liked this too Paula. I am fond of this form but used it rarely. Months and seasons are medicines, indeed.

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Thanks, Damon. As noted above, I seem to be drawn to this form.

    6. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      So very true. There are things I can think about now without a twinge after many years and seasons of healing.

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Debi – seems this is a topic many can relate to. Thanks.

    7. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I agree with Claudsy. Most of us can relate to this, some on more painful levels than others.

    8. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Well done, Paula!

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Thank you, PSC!! xo

  15. Time Heals | echoes from the silence Avatar
    Time Heals | echoes from the silence

    […] Written for Creative Bloomings #143: Personification. […]

  16. ejparsons Avatar
    ejparsons

    Icy Hot

    A moist layer spread thin
    On skin over aching muscles
    Cold as ice at first
    Then the heat kicks in
    Ahh
    Relief
    Zzzzzzzzz

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Love this, Earl. I know that AHHH. I can relate to that heat which comes from ice applied in its liquid form. 🙂

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Yes! I love icy hot 🙂

    3. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Oh, this one is spot on!

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Earl, after trimming crepe myrtles today, I appreciated this poem.

  17. ejparsons Avatar
    ejparsons

    The Cup of Life

    My porcelain vessel hangs
    Behind router adorned wood door
    Hook securely grips handle
    It waits

    Water drips through filter
    Pot fills with goodness
    Red light finally goes out
    Time to release my cup

    Scent fills my nostrils
    Eyes flutter to focus
    Top it off with cream
    And drink

    Drink
    From the cup of life
    Watch out world
    I’m awake now

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This describes my sister’s morning so well, Earl. Such a fun telling of so many people’s ritual mornings. Good one, for sure.

    2. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      “Good Morning” 🙂

    3. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      I’m not a coffee drinker, but to me this piece almost resembles, and sounds, like a percolator.

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Earl, yes, William is right, the sound of percolation is in your poem. And I just had my night-time cup. Loved this.

    5. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Aye, a cup of wake-up.

  18. Claudsy Avatar
    Claudsy

    Good morning, all. Wonderful examples, Walt and Sara. Hello, Sara. It’s so good to see you at the head of the class, swinging your words like a metronome, waiting for us to “repeat after me.” 🙂 I only hope my efforts are as good as those already in evidence. Here goes.

    She Broods

    Lording it over
    Those who’ve crowded
    ‘round her feet.

    She hovers,
    Ready to explode,
    To lash out.

    She threatens
    Those who love her,
    As if through hate.

    She fumes,
    Smoking, rumbling murmurs,
    Ready to strike.

    Always pretentious,
    Vesuvius waits, Medusa
    Looking to turn her lovers to stone.

    1. elishevasmom Avatar
      elishevasmom

      seems to me you stepped up to the challenge quite nicely.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Aw, thanks, Ellen. Glad you liked it.

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Love this read. Vesuvius and medusa! Good personification. This is well worthy Claudsy.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Thanks so much, Benjamin. I’ve had volcanoes on my mind for a week or so. This was a great experiment to use for them. Glad you liked it.

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      You make the mountain live from its very depth and with power.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Oh, thank you, Marjory. When a person lives with mountains, she begins to see them differently. I’ve lived so long in the Rockies, from the southern climes to the northern U.S. ranges, and each has its own personality, its own weather, and its own poem. The volcanoes are something else again. I’ve lived around those low rumblers, too.

        I am glad that this personality came across.

    4. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      The feel of this is ominous, accentuated, i think, by the short lines and phrases.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Oh, I am glad that I felt as intended. Thank you, William, for confirming that. And the short lines seemed mandatory for it, even as I began. 🙂

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          I meant to say that I was glad that “it” felt as intended. My fingers aren’t very limber today, I’m afraid.

    5. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Claudsy, this was marvelous…I read with rising, rumbling anticipation to find out who, then the last lines explode the answer. Perfect.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        🙂 I’m so happy to have done what I set out to do with this one and that it had impact. Thank you, David.

      2. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        Oh, yes, me too. That was perfect, Claudsy. Love the Medusa turning to stone image… just so apt.

    6. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Your efforts always pay off richly.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Aw, thanks so much, Sara. That was most kindly said. I try–less often than I’d like, but I try to get some verse right. 🙂 ❤

    7. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Nicely done, Claudsy! Can see her temper heating as she smokes & fumes — fully prepared to spew.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Glad you liked it, Pamela. It sort of blossomed on its own.

  19. David Avatar
    David

    Cottonwood

    By David De Jong

    Patriarch of the grove, standing tall,
    Stately on the hill, in view of all.
    Persuading the sun from nightly rest,
    Embracing her warmth, beyond the crest.

    Though life has left you, you hold it still,
    From fur’ed chatter, to downy quill.
    Your crown so inviting, sharing peace,
    All shed of calloused skin, soft as fleece.
    You hold the owl in wisdom’s reach,
    Echo his calling of midnight’s screech.
    The hawks and eagles cherish your loft,
    Matching your grace and visiting oft.
    Myriads of feather, sing your praise,
    Closer to heaven, their anthems raise.

    Scars of sacrifice, show their toll,
    Given so freely, a saintly soul.
    You pulled the lightning from storms that brewed,
    Coaxed the beaver, whittled what he chewed.
    Relentless winds are calling your name,
    Cutting your breath and attempting shame.
    As you clasp the air and hold its view,
    It penetrates your heart, through and through.
    Weaker from the age of seasoned time,
    Your branches ring in a ghostly chime.

    While ethereal blows claim their tokens,
    Your freedom speaks with words unspoken.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      A fantastic tribute to this tree, David. Rhyme on the mark without stretching or standing out, creating its own song of wild. I’m so glad pastoral poetry is making a comeback. You do it so beautifully.

    2. elishevasmom Avatar
      elishevasmom

      This poem is a work of love. Lovely in deed.

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Beautifully written.

    4. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Wow. This belongs in a church…. outside. I think it’s a great piece.

    5. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Majestic. Loved this life view of this wonderful tree, “all shed of calloused skin…”

    6. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      I love the skeletal trees that stand alone. They look so brave and enduring. This is a beautiful tribute to an old soul.

    7. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      You have honored a tree beautifully, David. I love the last two lines.

    8. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Sweet tribute to a majestic life, David.

  20. RJ Clarken Avatar
    RJ Clarken

    Munching Cookies

    You think you have the drop on them,
    (not lemon drop, but anyway)
    they’re not quite what you might expect.

    See, every time you bite a gem,
    beware…because your ‘chip’ feast may
    quite suddenly become suspect.

    In fact, they might, in the A. M.
    or P.M., bite you or betray
    your taste buds. So, show some respect

    for oatmeal, and do not condemn
    the brownie bar on a buffet,
    and peanut butter? Don’t neglect

    or else, let’s say I have a hunch
    these cookies might munch you for lunch.

    ###

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      I like it, RJ, and it’s play on words. The images invoked are interesting in their own right. Good one.

    2. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Fun to read – I think they do more sticking than munching!

    3. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Hmmmm….. they are in the munch you for lunch bunch, eh?

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      RJ…see my wandering comment below (I won’t use WP Reader to comment again! )

  21. Claudsy Avatar
    Claudsy

    Playtime Babes

    They exploded onto the scene,
    Cavorting beach bunnies at high summer,
    Shrieking laughter and piping calls,
    Encouraging all to partake of hijinks.

    Brunettes together, exposing sinuous
    Bodies to sun and spectator alike,
    Gambol along shoreline’s viewing stands.

    They’re on the hunt, teasing others with
    Their double-jointed movements, forever
    Looking for games played by one or many,
    Seeking others for frolic and water sports.

    Finally, tiring of such distractions,
    They race headlong into water’s depths
    To perform their ballet of twists and turns,
    Chasing each other in endless, willful joy;

    Siblings together in life’s liquid dance,
    Amused and besotted with living
    As only otters can express so well.

    1. elishevasmom Avatar
      elishevasmom

      Nicely done! You really caught me at the end, What a ‘!onderful gotcha”

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Thanks, Ellen. Don’t ask me where it came from. I really haven’t a clue. It arrived unannounced. 🙂 Glad you liked it.

        1. elishevasmom Avatar
          elishevasmom

          in my experience, those are often among the best!

          1. Claudsy Avatar
            Claudsy

            Mine, too, Ellen.

      2. David Avatar
        David

        I agree – I was totally convinced it was “someone” else – well played!

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          I’m so glad that I could pull off the switch at the end. Thanks, David. It was so much fun.

      3. Wm Preston Avatar
        Wm Preston

        Indeed!

    2. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      We ‘otta’ known better. Well done (My first thought was rabbits!) 🙂

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Hahaha, naw, rabbits–unless they’re the swamp variety–don’t care for water that much. Shame on you, Marjrory for subjecting those poor bunnies to a watery afternoon. 🙂 ❤

        1. Marjory MT Avatar
          Marjory MT

          Well, in my life-time I have seen more rabbits than otters. and you did say “…beach bunnies…” 🙂

          1. Claudsy Avatar
            Claudsy

            Ah, but that was an allusion to young women cavorting on the sand and luring the boys to follow their lead. 🙂

    3. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Loved this ending too, Claudsy. They are fun to watch, and such hams.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        🙂 Thanks, Damon. So glad you enjoyed the fun. You wouldn’t believe the images that flitted through my mind as I wrote this. I chuckled all the way through.

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      The image I had at first was tanned rowdy boys at the swimming hole – the ending was a treat.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        I’m glad you enjoyed it, Debi. Thank you.

    5. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I am otterly amazed at the surprise ending here. Very cool.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        So glad you enjoyed it, Sara. And thank you. Surprises can sometimes be fun for everyone.

    6. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh yes! A fun twist! 😀

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        They are some of the best comedians. I love watching them. We used to have several that lived along the river behind the ranch I worked on many years ago.

  22. elishevasmom Avatar
    elishevasmom

    Feeding Time

    With deluges doing the surging
    all the garbage and waste they are purging.
    The storm gutters grin
    as they suck it all in
    for them it’s a matter of splurging.

    Ellen Evans (c) Copyright 2014
    a “personification” poem for PB 2.23.14

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Big grin spreading here. Love it!

    2. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      This was clever and image laden…especially the ‘grin.’

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Love this one, Ellen. The fun rhyme with the cadence was perfect.

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Wonderful, Ellen!

    5. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      🙂

    6. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Another fun time! Very visual, Ellen!

  23. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
    Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

    Contempt of Crows

    Heard their raucous cawing
    long before I spotted them
    perched high in the canopy.

    Pondering what (or who)
    they heckled, I imagine them
    cheering me on
    as I labor uphill
    hindered by heavy layers,
    spindly sticks straddling unwieldy shoes,
    while they look on, amused.

    With droll departing squawk,
    they levitate, slipstream the breeze,
    and leave me alone to lumber.

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Wonderful. This gives me a hint as to why a group of crows is sometimes called a “murder of crows.”

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

        Thanks, William. I couldn’t agree with you more. 😉

    2. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Pamela, this was great. I watched a group this morning, as they cawed, came together in the pasture, and seemed to ‘convene’ over some gossip or matter of crow-importance. And I agree, they observe us too, and wonder what our business is about.

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

        Too true, isn’t it? They have their own very important business to attend to and we are merely amusements and/or nuisances. 🙂

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      🙂 Pamela. Yes, the little magic-makers love a good laugh at humans below. We are wanderers in their sky-filled amusement park. They watch our antics, fussing at our misconceptions and misunderstandings, then join in congress to debate our fate.

      Loved this piece.

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

        Thank you, Claudsy! And I loved your comment — just as much! 🙂

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          🙂

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Crows always make me think of Tolkien’s trilogy – I’ve never looked at them the same since. Love your poem about them. (They are very intelligent birds)

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

        That they are! Thanks for reading & commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.

    5. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Fun tale, and love your pictures (Specially the reflection) on your site. 🙂

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

        Awww, thanks Marjory. I love that you enjoy stopping by. 🙂

    6. Sara v Avatar
      Sara v

      Pamela, I love crows! This is excellent–especially love that last stanza, very fun to read out loud. “they levitate, slipstream the breeze, and leave me alone to lumber” 🙂

  24. Claudsy Avatar
    Claudsy

    One last fun one before I leave. This has been so much of a lark. I’ll be back later. Enjoy.

    Call of the Wild

    Spare some relief, please?
    Have a care; even dandies
    feel abuse when dished out.
    Tread not so heavily
    on me each day.
    Murderous attempts
    to poison me each year
    are doomed, for I will
    adapt, if only to cause
    you frustration.
    You’ve hacked at me,
    ripped me to shreds,
    and still, I roar back with
    lion-like ferocity.
    Face it.
    You’re exhaustible.
    I am dandelion!
    Watch me grow!

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      What a hoot!

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Thanks, William.

    2. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Yes, Clauds…the perfect picture of little yellow perseverance.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        So right, the little beasties take such delight in subterfuge and thumbing noses. Speaking of which, be sure to keep the human nose from their touch. They rub off in the most amazing ways. 🙂

    3. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Yet, war is waged every year by frustrated homeowners. Personally, I love the bright yellow against the green but I guess they could easily take over. This was so much fun to read.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Thanks, Debi. You’re right about them taking over, and yet in years gone by they provided nutritious, fresh spring greens, wine, and several other purposes.

    4. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Hey, if you are short on dandies …. I could ship you a few come spring. 🙂

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        We have our own variety up here. They grow much bigger so it doesn’t take as many to occupy a space. 🙂 But thanks for the thought.

    5. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Yep, they can be pretty ferocious, alright. Fun, Claudsy!

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        But they make the most wonderful things: fabric dyes, wine, salad greens.

  25. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    Okay, the snow finally reached the upper Pacific Northwest. (but is forecast not to stay) Just four inches, wet and flakey. 2PM out time, Sunday. 🙂

    One
    two, three,
    ten-trillian
    flakes drifting down,
    seeking resting spot.
    Steady, silent workers
    laying a deep white blanket
    shielding sleeping garden where the
    crocus, daffodil, tulips bide time
    dreaming of the advent of spring’s warm sun.
    Snow workers melt to quench the bulb’s thirst,
    softly calling them to awake
    flex promising flowered core
    for the spring’s morning call,
    “Push your leaves up from
    ‘neath blanket, see
    snow diamonds
    in the
    sun.”

    1. ms pie Avatar
      ms pie

      that so describes my neighborhood here in the inland northwest of Idaho near Spokane, wa… the flowers absolutely… I just looked to see if the crocus have come popping up yet…. and yes, abt 4 inches so far… did i tell ya what a beautiful poem…

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Thank You, ms pie ( like that handle) some of my crocus were up, but the snow has covered then, Other bulbs are working on spring. (At top end of I-5) I am waiting for the sun to show the diamonds.

    2. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      No crocuses (croci?) here, but your poem is inviting them. Lovely.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        “Crocuses” 🙂 went to my friend ‘Webster’, the older I get the more I visit him.
        I hope they might come visit you (crocuses not Webster)

    3. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Loved this, and the form Marjory. The deepening, then the melt away.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        🙂 In-form is fun. Thank you.

    4. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Wonderful, Marjory. Terrific imagery and the lines flow so well. A great read.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Appreciate you comment Claudsy. Am enjoying this prompt.

    5. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      You have used this form so well. I love, “snow diamonds in the sun.”

    6. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Very visualm Marjory. I can see them working away while the flowers sleep undisturbed. Makes me long for spring too. It IS coming soon… isn’t it?

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

        Ooops… that’s visual, Marjory. Comma’s too close to ‘m’ on the keyboard. :-/

  26. Marie Elena Avatar
    Marie Elena

    So great seeing Sara out here co-hosting! And Sara, you are just soooo pretty. 🙂

    1. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Hi Marie!

    2. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Thank you so much, Marie. I love helping the garden to grow.

  27. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    (Fib)

    Stars
    are
    hidden
    by swirling
    high white canopy
    that settles to cover the yard.

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      I like how the shape settles, too.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Bottom heavy, 🙂 fun to ‘Fib’ again.

    2. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      You can feel the spreading here, with that last line, Marjory. Lovely.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        . Thanks, its a good spread.

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Another great image, Marjory. Well done.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Thanks Claudsy, Neat giving ‘life’ to objects. (I even talk to imaginary people) 🙂

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          We’re writers, Marjory. Of course we talk to imaginary people.

          1. Marjory MT Avatar
            Marjory MT

            😉

    4. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Sweet!

  28. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    Hay(na)ku

    A
    fire burns
    on the grate

    Giving
    steady warmth
    to winter hours

    Adding
    flickering lights
    against darkened days

    Shooting
    sparks from
    deep scalding core

    Warming
    empty heart
    with lingering memories.

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Wonderful, especially that last stanza.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Thank You Wm – my favorite too. 🙂

    2. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Fires are phenomenal friends, with the warmth they gently push inside us. Again lovely, Marjory.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Thank you, SevenA

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Ah, something with which to warm myself. Lovely Marjory. Simply lovely.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Do enjoy Claudsy. Can’t beat a wood-fire for warming the home and the heart.

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          🙂

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Marjory, I loved all three of your poems but the second and third are a dead tie for me. I don’t know which I love the most, a lovely blanketing fog or a warm, meditative glow in the fireplace. Both images speak to me.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Good – connecting to what is written is what words are for. 🙂 Thanks.

  29. Ocean Loves | Metaphors and Smiles Avatar
    Ocean Loves | Metaphors and Smiles

    […] Creative Bloomings-Prompt 143 […]

  30. Hannah Gosselin Avatar
    Hannah Gosselin

    Ocean Loves

    Forever bounding
    bountiful blue,
    Ocean loves.
    Her love is perfect,
    it’s pure
    its proof echoes-
    wave after lovely wave
    on our shores,
    in our hearts
    but we…
    we’re all together ignorant
    to the depths of her ardor;
    we return her nurturing kiss
    with a toxic blackened breath,
    love is stained by the touch
    of our human hands.
    Well intentioned beings
    have lost true blue,
    the authentic connection
    with the soul
    of the broad abundant Sea.
    Oh, if she could only reach
    with strong cerulean fingers
    and bring us epiphany-
    the icy realization
    of so many missed-steps;
    show us our blatant disregard
    for our opulent Ocean-
    for our place of birth,
    the collective watery womb.
    Ocean loves.
    Forever bounding
    bountiful blue,
    Ocean loves.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Oboyoboy…. this is breath-taking in its ardor.

    2. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Hannah, the depth behind gentle loving waves is so well contrasted with our shallow thoughtless reply in your poem. This was beautiful.

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      So much truth in your lines, Hannah, and so much passion. Beautiful and rolling, it continues to look to us for salvation and yet ….

      Powerful, Miss Hannah, as usual. Kudos

    4. Henrietta Choplin Avatar
      Henrietta Choplin

      !!

    5. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Very well done, Hannah 🙂

    6. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      What lovely tribute to my favorite place!

    7. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      “proof echoes-
      wave after lovely wave
      on our shores,
      in our hearts” — Lovely, Hannah!

  31. SevenAcreSky Avatar
    SevenAcreSky

    Wonderful Sara and Walt…I love this prompt Sara, and despite other tasks on my list I’ve got to jump back in this week.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      So glad that you’ve rejoined our mischievous troupe here, Damon.

    2. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Glad to see you here, Damon.

  32. SevenAcreSky Avatar
    SevenAcreSky

    AHA! Loved this, Debi. I love the tease Spring gives while Winter catches a breath.

    1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Sorry, Debi, this was supposed to go under your Sister’s poem below. (Trying to work thru WP Reader, different. Keeps jumping ahead.)

  33. SevenAcreSky Avatar
    SevenAcreSky

    RJ…timely for me. We got our delivery of Girl Scout cookies today. Fun.
    And delicious.

  34. SevenAcreSky Avatar
    SevenAcreSky

    So many great poems, with so many perfect embodiments of character and life. Mine was written in 2011, but I found it met the prompt somewhat.
    ———
    The Mosquito Sings

    I did the job
    that I must do
    with one abdominal thrust…
    for I was made on purpose
    just to do the job I must.

    I chose a pore
    in which I plunged
    my proboscotic tool
    and there I placed a parasite
    according to the rule.

    I took the blood,
    a fair exchange,
    though fair is not the thing.

    Instead, because
    the Maker gave
    me purpose, I must sing.

    A call divine by Maker
    to an insect insignific
    is part now to a story,
    yes, a pivot in an epic.

    I did the job
    like millions more
    who sing in humans’ ears,
    “It is because
    my Maker calls
    that I am biting here.”

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Damon, this is the first time such a concept as this has passed through my mind. A strange little concept, yet one so very true. We tend to ignore the truth, when we swat, as is our due. 🙂

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        ahha, never considered it from that pov… still I don’t think I am thankful for their faithfulness.

        1. purplepeninportland Avatar
          purplepeninportland

          I’m with you!

    2. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      I will try to remember to give the next one a nice ‘love tap’…..

      1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
        SevenAcreSky

        🙂

  35. SevenAcreSky Avatar
    SevenAcreSky

    And another oldie…from way back in 2000…one of my “Walking Songs.”
    ————–
    The Moon is a Spoon

    The moon is a spoon of blue ice cream
    in a night of bright festoon
    but soon the sun
    will ruin the fun
    in pursuit of a noble noon.

    His reign will roll and take a toll
    of saint and sacred fool
    until he sets
    with his fears and frets
    and the cool night ends his rule.

    Then the moon will rise in the starry skies
    and the party start anew
    when sparkling lights
    and comet flights
    celebrate my love for you.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Love this, Damon. It reads like a song lyric. Hmm, have you chosen a melody? It could work you know.

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Splendid Damon, this should in print somewhere.

      1. William Preston Avatar
        William Preston

        Yes

    3. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Lovely words.

  36. SevenAcreSky Avatar
    SevenAcreSky

    Sorry to bring out so many old ones. Heres my last I’d like to share. From a fishing moment long ago. (And Walt, someone must tell me how to put leading spaces in our posts, as they are part some of my verse.)
    ————-
    On the Water

    It is good
    to be on the water
    when the world wakes up,
    when it yawns a bleary fog from its eyes
    and squints because of the glint
    on every wave
    from the sun’s slow rise.

    It is good to be on the water
    when the night lies down
    and every ripple sighs with a whispering sound,
    and silver reflections rest at the moon’s request
    while it rolls down and away,
    big, white, round.

    An un-bothered bittern
    standing on a log
    winks his golden eye.
    He knows I love this place between the
    water and the sky,
    and he and I would be here as long as we could be
    to watch the long lingering kisses
    between now and eternity.

    We would watch them in love exchange their
    lives and dreams,
    holding hands somewhere between what is and what seems.

    We would watch them forever in this moment,
    day, and night,
    the gold-eyed bittern and I,
    as they give and take
    in this time that isn’t time,
    between a listening sky and a waiting lake.

    We would watch them pull and yield,
    in a gentle dance,
    in a soft embrace,
    as a crowd of wondering birds, frogs, and fishes
    witness in murmuring awe
    from forest, lake, and field.

    Yes, it’s good to be on the water,
    to sense what God might reveal–
    to see the day wake up
    and hear the night lie down,
    a tranquil loving trade between the light and dark
    that makes forever seem so real.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Oh, Damon, this is absolutely gorgeous. Read aloud, it flows like the water, from line to line, pulse to pulse, a weaving of image and sound that masters the voice that places it on the air.

      1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
        SevenAcreSky

        Thanks Clauds for your kind words…I have really missed the garden lately, but focusing a lot of effort on my kid-lit writing. Thanks for your replies.

        1. Henrietta Choplin Avatar
          Henrietta Choplin

          Oh… me too, 7… and new foster puppies… such sweetness in the world of the young… 🙂 !!

          1. Marjory MT Avatar
            Marjory MT

            Good for you Hen, hope the words are flowing for you. XO MMT

    2. Walt Wojtanik Avatar
      Walt Wojtanik

      Per leading spaces:
         While holding the ALT key,
             type 0160 on your numeric keypad.
                I’m still learning my iMac so not sure how to there yet.
            Also not sure on a laptop. Anyone?

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        “…my iMac” – its own world.
        But I’ll try (been wanting to know how it was done) –
        laptop 😦 no numeric keypad)
        Assume that you let-go the ‘alt’ after typing 0160
        hummmm

      2. SevenAcreSky Avatar
        SevenAcreSky

        Thanks Walt…I will try that. Knew it had to be some special ASCII character code or something.

      3. SevenAcreSky Avatar
        SevenAcreSky

        Well…
        hope this works (three before this line).

        1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
          SevenAcreSky

          One more time and I’ll relent…
          Three spaceskeyed into the post box.

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      I love this and so agree with you, especially your last few lines.
      I was born on a bluff overlooking a bay and always say the salt water was mixed with my blood. Away from the ocean – I’ll settle for a lake, river, stream ….. or a walk in the rain. 🙂

      1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
        SevenAcreSky

        Marjory…it’s probably due to the fact that we’re 94% water, anyway… 🙂

        1. Marjory MT Avatar
          Marjory MT

          Party popper! 🙂

    4. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      So lovely. I love the bittern imagery.

    5. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Thanks for introducing me to the bittern in this lovely poem.

  37. michael Avatar
    michael

    I just wanted to say how much I enjoy everyone’s talents here. I try to read everything, but due to some technical issues, once the thread reaches a certain length, I am having trouble interacting with the poems and comments. No one is ignored on purpose! LOL Thanks for letting me play in the dirt here.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      We enjoy your attendance to the poems here, Michael. I can understand tech issues. I sometimes crumple under them, too. You’re not alone on that issue.

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Thank you

  38. Chi Holder Avatar
    Chi Holder

    The River’s Crusade

    Carnassial claws plunder the rushing water
    The mighty river quivers, reluctant to release its treasure
    Roars as the fowl bandit rips riches from its depths
    Waves slap the feathered beast with intense fury
    Fresh tears fall, overflowing its swollen banks
    Defeated, the river ceases its coursing

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Much power in your verse, Chi. Power and image. Good job.

    2. Chi Holder Avatar
      Chi Holder

      Anyone know how to fix my link. It takes readers to the wrong blog!

      1. CreativeBloomings Avatar
        CreativeBloomings

        When posting your comment Chi, beneath the comment box it gives you the option (Log Out/Change). Click on change. It should show E-mail, Name and your URL for your blog. Be sure your address is correct for the site you wish the link to connect to. Walt.

        1. Chi Holder Avatar
          Chi Holder

          Thank you Walt. I fixed it!

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      “…Fresh tears fall,…” I see the river’s tears falling from the rising feathered beast. Neat

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Powerful, with the plunging alliteration! Enjoyed this.

      1. William Preston Avatar
        William Preston

        Amen to that.

        1. Chi Holder Avatar
          Chi Holder

          Thank you William and everyone else who commented. I appreciate the praise.

    5. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      I love the “carnassial claws”. And having read this for the second time it sounds like quite an epic fight!

    6. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Well done, Chi.

  39. janeshlensky Avatar
    janeshlensky

    I cannot seem to get here on the day of. Lucky to get here at all. Enjoyed reading more about Sara. I’ll return to read the rest later. Cheers to all.

    Cirrocumulus

    Look up! Fleecy clouds baa, grazing in sky
    spread like a cat-bed blanket, thick and high;
    beneath lambs drifting, rests a world of blue
    tucked in and snoring (metaphoring too).
    A breath of wind shepherds away the flocks;
    I search horizons, bleat: they’ve turned to socks.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Oh, good one, Jane. Love the images from our childhood games of “What do you see in the clouds,” and the reminder of their temporary state. 🙂

    2. Henrietta Choplin Avatar
      Henrietta Choplin

      “…I was gonna say, a horsie and a duckie, but I changed my mind…” -Charlie Brown, from the Musical… 🙂 Adorable, Jane!!

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        Yes, it is. I remember lying in the grass watching the clouds morph from one shape to another – such fun.

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      I still enjoy “watching the clouds” as the drift and morph.

    4. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      So relaxing, Jane! I feel the grass beneath me and the weed stem in my teeth.

      1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
        SevenAcreSky

        NO…not that kind of weed stem.

    5. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      I am grinning widely as I read this, especially at “snoring (metaphoring too)”

    6. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Wonderful Jane, you had me full of visuals!

    7. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I am smiling, Jane.

    8. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh, FUN, Jane! Snoring & metaphoring… and it’s only appropriate that those “wooly” lambs should be turned into socks! LOL

  40. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    NAANI

    Accumulating snow lies
    in abandoned beach chair
    like a slumbering
    bleached beach bum.

    1. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      Having only ever been on Gulf beaches, I have never, until now, imagined this image. Wow, Marjory, neat.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Hi 7 – to help your imagination, I sent a photo for Walt to put into the Garden’s “Photo Phocus” 🙂

        1. CreativeBloomings Avatar
          CreativeBloomings

          Marjory’s photo has been posted ay “PHOTO PHOCUS”.

          1. Marjory MT Avatar
            Marjory MT

            Thank You, Walt.

        2. William Preston Avatar
          William Preston

          I commented there, but just wanted to say I like this visual image too.

          1. Marjory MT Avatar
            Marjory MT

            I am Glad, Thank You Wm.

        3. SevenAcreSky Avatar
          SevenAcreSky

          Wow Marj. Deep.
          Amazing.

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      This short snacky write packs a crunch!
      The image of snow accumulating on an abandoned beach chair says it all.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Thank You 🙂
        Saw the chair beneath the snow … and “saw” the ‘man-in-the-chair.’ too .. had to put words to it.

    3. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      What a cool image!

  41. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Sickness Perches

    (I wrote this at we write poems, thought it would apply here as well)

    (A Haiku)

    When sickness perches;
    And spreads her wings with fever,
    Its a toilsome bird.

    Benjamin

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      I confess that I was thinking of fish at first, but I like this, much.

  42. Priti Avatar
    Priti

    Today Is Torn
    Today is torn between sun and cloud
    Ripped apart and put together
    For the coming of the new moon

    1. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Ooohh. I like this. Excellent.

    2. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      For me, this draws a lovely picture, despite the “torn” and “ripped” imagery.

  43. Priti Avatar
    Priti

    February Speaks
    February speaks
    naturally
    with a love dipped in mercurial highs and lows,
    playing in clouds and lurking in shadows,
    rolling frozen carpets and melting wrinkled skin,
    riding angry waves and softening some feathers–
    exposing us
    to all kinds of love—

    1. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      I think you’ve spoken very well of February. Its been quite a memorable one!

    2. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      I like the playful feelings this arouses, for me, anyway.

    3. SevenAcreSky Avatar
      SevenAcreSky

      You are right Priti…it has been a winter month in full measure. Well pennef.

    4. Susan Schoeffield Avatar
      Susan Schoeffield

      Beautiful!

    5. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Perfect description of February!

  44. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    The Blessed Anthem of Spring

    The Slumbering garden
    Athirst for lasting bloom
    Finds it loom soon
    In toothsome magnolias
    Spreading pink spry blossoms
    Fetching spring

    They summon
    Creeping phlox to sashay
    The garden floor with red velvet
    Carpet in fancied anticipation
    For the Queen of hearts
    Strolling majestic Rose of Sharon
    Robed fine in high feathers

    The Queen shakes
    Her pristine glory but a moment
    Escapes her own crown
    Petaled dress and thorn
    To seize a stare
    At hidden hostas
    Basking in shadow
    Astray from pelting heat of day
    And pomp of the Queen

    The fair plume grass
    Sports a laugh
    Bellows hard towards the open sky
    Crowded lanky lavenders snicker in awe
    As they flap in the open wind
    The Petunias cheesing
    Quickly clean their grins

    Myriads of wild flower
    Douse the countryside
    Against the sprawling meadows
    But do not know the fair of the Queen
    Flurries of dandelion populate
    The open field as peasants teem
    But are ignorant of solemn majesty

    Peonies prance
    Like ponies in peace
    Keeping to self
    All conflict ceased
    Without care to the world
    Like lilies of the valley
    Full of a spirit of meekness
    With no aim to please
    A dying soul

    Honey’s bumbling butlers
    Drift to and fro
    Lapping nectar smoothies
    Flying low to the ground
    Enjoying the drinking season’s
    Festivities
    With open ears

    Curious climbing Clematis
    Scurries anxiously
    Up a fence in a hurry
    Twisting and turning
    While churning out
    A cluster of his fair blooms

    The Queen of Sharon
    Quivers her petal-wings
    Adjusts her particular stem
    Signals the clanging cymbal team
    And stately Gladiolus trumpets
    To sing the blessed Anthem of Spring

    She directs the garden symphony
    With a twirl
    And all living things scream with joy
    And all living things thoroughly enjoy the sound of Spring

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Wow. For me, this has a nice, olden-times feel to it.

    2. Susan Schoeffield Avatar
      Susan Schoeffield

      You made this garden landscape come alive and made me more hungry for spring. Well done!

  45. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Jot and Tittle

    (Haikus)

    The flow of the pen
    Resides under the will of
    The writer’s own hand

    Each jot and tittle
    Carefully crafted demand
    Inked and set in stone

    Each stroke of the wrist
    Slightest fiddle of finger
    Conforms to art

    The most powerful
    Documents ever written
    Flowed down through the pen

    From the heart of men
    Who inscribed history’s tome
    From the hands well-known

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Majestic, this.

    2. Susan Schoeffield Avatar
      Susan Schoeffield

      This is simply stunning. Excellent work!

  46. WmPreston Avatar
    WmPreston

    PUPPY LOVE

    Her temporary supplication
    is necessary for puplication.

    (C) copyright 2014, William Preston

  47. Susan Schoeffield Avatar
    Susan Schoeffield

    ROAD RAGE

    The terms we use can be deceiving.
    This one would have us believing
    asphalt is to blame when tempers flare.

    What power does an on-ramp wield
    to force a driver not to yield,
    then cause the Interstate to glare?

    And when a lane and street converge,
    do fights break out when there’s no merge?
    Does one of them lay on the horn?

    At traffic lights when cars don’t halt,
    it’s not a piece of gravel’s fault
    and doesn’t justify the scorn

    we place on things that do not breathe,
    that never swear, or sit and seethe,
    or has an anger we can gauge.

    And so, to end this ode of mine,
    I’ll be so bold as to opine
    it’s time to call it Human Rage.

    © Susan Schoeffield

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Bingo!

      1. Susan Schoeffield Avatar
        Susan Schoeffield

        Thanks, William.

    2. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      SO True, Well done Susan.

      1. Susan Schoeffield Avatar
        Susan Schoeffield

        Thanks, Marjory.

    3. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Unique choice, Susan. You are right on the money here.

      1. Susan Schoeffield Avatar
        Susan Schoeffield

        Thanks, Sara.

    4. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      True, that! 😀

  48. Megan McDonald Avatar
    Megan McDonald

    this (I think) fits both hand held and personification but not sure if the keyboards need to be more active

    the keyboards, an ensemble of shackles
    wait to suck our individualities
    leaving only blank eyes and
    obedient fingers clicking away our futures
    every day another report for the betterment
    Of electronica is filed away in bites and bytes
    And the teeth only grow longer

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      If the goal is to personify the keyboards, I think you did that. Makes me want to avoid the things.

  49. Road Rage | Words With Sooze

    […] for the 2/23/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings to write a “personification” […]

  50. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    DAY TWO

    In the abandoned beach chair
    the slumbering beach bum
    lies dieting
    in the morning sun.

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      I think this is hilarious.

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        🙂
        I just sent Day Two photo to Walt…………

        0:)

      2. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Hah! Good sequel.

  51. Michelle Hed Avatar
    Michelle Hed

    Wrapped Up in a Quilted Polar Vortex

    Winter…
    settles into your bones
    as you take time to adjust
    to inhaling ice crystals
    and being slapped by the wind.

    Just when you think you are use to the new normal
    winter and the meteorologist throw you a curve ball
    wrapped up in a scientific name, which causes you
    to scratch your head. Then the cold, like you believe
    you have never felt before, covers you like a frozen quilt
    and you don’t want to leave the house.

    Just when you think you can kick the polar vortex off
    and just have ice water in your veins instead of chunks of ice,
    she comes charging back and no one can hear your scream
    of frustration because it is muffled under the polar vortex quilt.
    Winter.

    1. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Makes me want to go sit on the wood stove.!! 🙂

  52. seingraham Avatar
    seingraham

    TWILIGHT’S LAMENT

    Like the juice of a blood orange,
    the sun drips off the horizon
    Streaking the sky between striations
    of blue, it is melting into sunset

    Twilight swishes herself on-stage
    as soon as it seems decent to put
    in an appearance; with her layers
    of indigo, mauve and intimations
    of lavender, lilac and royal

    She hates to seem overly eager
    But considering how brief her
    stint is – once she’s on, she wants
    every ounce of time due her,
    it’s true

    Before evening arrives,
    towing all those bloody but
    magnificent constellations
    Spread like Swarovski crystals
    on actual velvet – not velveteen –
    interspersed with glowing planets
    – aligned and not – but impressive
    nonetheless

    And God forbid,
    it should be one of Luna’s showy
    nights … well, twilight, dusk – call
    her whatever romantic name you will
    It doesn’t matter how wonderful
    her palette may be, it will
    never be quite memorable enough.

    1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Excellent personification, Sharon! Her 15 minutes of fame are short lived and she is frequently upstaged, isn’t she? Beautiful!

  53. purplepeninportland Avatar
    purplepeninportland

    Twilight deserves the stage.

  54. Priti Avatar
    Priti

    I’m having fun with this prompt. Thanks – another expression

    Big Bertha Ruled

    It was love at first sight
    from the moment
    we saw her in the window
    She was a perfect for us
    luminous eyes, swooshy lashes,
    zooming feet
    thorough bred, broad-shouldered
    reflective
    with a large heart
    and a gleaming girth
    We called her Big Bertha

    With the turn of a key
    she breathed in life
    and ruled our world
    She pedaled honey in our cruises
    steering in
    all kinds of adventures
    and classic fightings over songs
    that made us feel like rock stars

    She grew smells of
    lavender ketchup
    in soccer cleats
    as hushed laughter
    and wiggles
    filled her back seat
    She raised us
    from kindergarten Falls
    to high school blossoms
    like a proud mama
    keeping a watchful eye
    on her crew
    with an added turbo kick
    that kept us in line
    But
    who knew
    that her doting, fragile heart
    would be brutally shattered
    and our world would crash
    in a split second
    All that would remain of her
    would be absorbed
    in the golden memories
    of our growing years——

  55. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Little Green Bus

    (Haiku)

    You must see the photo to get the full effect

    Little Green Bus

    Enjoy!
    Benjamin

    1. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      LOVE you little bus. Thanks for sharing.
      Your ‘shack’ looks like a wonderful place go to.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        One of my favorite pics.
        Thx

    2. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Sweet! And a LOVELY photo of the little guy, too!

  56. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    DAY THREE

    Sadly,
    the fading beach bum
    ardently refuses all
    forms of offered assistance.

  57. Sara v Avatar
    Sara v

    Hi Sara! So nice to see you here. I love personification–a bit late to the party, but here I am 🙂

    Morning Train

    On a bough of fir
    Sleepy atoms cuddled together
    Linked like train cars
    Sun shine lights, excites
    Sending atoms stretch-
    ing
    Fling winged things
    Black shapes coracoid
    Clouds scatter avoid
    Beakish Pierc-
    ings
    Sun pushes on horizon
    Lifts belly–golden
    And raises rays
    Dew grasps grass
    Tries to last
    Instead becomes gas
    ‘Ol Sol laughs
    While atoms climb together
    Aboard the Skyliner

    1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      This one’s fun, Sara, with the rhythm & rhyme picking up speed as it progresses — just like that train.

      1. Sara v Avatar
        Sara v

        Hi PSC!! Thank you very much 🙂

  58. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    DAY FOUR….Sad to say,

    Memorial is planned
    at the abandoned beach chair
    for the well-known, but anorexic
    beach bum.

    ‘Viewing’ is made possible by Walt
    in “Photo Phocus”
    where cards and comments
    may be directed.

    Per the beach bum’s final request,
    all gifts
    will be given to the
    “Home for Abandoned Beach Chairs”

    1. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Been enjoying your beach bum series.

    2. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Fun progression, Marjory, but you need one last photo. I’m betting he’s long gone by now, so maybe… a sympathy card on the mantle? 😉