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Honey

writetoday — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 03:49:46 +0000

Today’s prompt, Sweet, is from Sunday Scribbling.

Honey

Dripping down the edge,

my finger touches the sticky

sweetness, to my lips.

Filed under: Sunday Scribblings

Trust

writetoday — Wed, 11 May 2011 16:15:54 +0000

Trust

I opened my window

letting in the sunshine,

releasing you

from me,

renewing my strength.

The memories

that once haunted me, drifted

through rays of golden light,

opening my heart

once again.

I will not punish myself

for trusting you,

instead

I will trust myself for

believing in me.

Filed under: Poetry

Secrets

writetoday — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 00:02:34 +0000

This is my first attempt at an Sonnet for my poetry class along with a submission to 3WW. The three words for this week are : Feign, Imply and Virtue. I know I have a lot to learn about Sonnets, but here is my first attempt.

Secrets

I am the product of my own desires.

Sensual secrets, buried beneath my skin,

only to be exposed in the passions of fire.

Guilty whispers, echoing an unforgiving sin.

I am blinded by your touch; I imply

virtue no more. Our forbidden passion flows

like a raging river; I cannot deny

my concealed expectations. My heart knows,

as time passes and I watch the sunrise,

we must set ourselves free; return tomorrow

along that bumpy, dusty road of demise.

Feign happiness, and accept the sorrow

placed upon others in a moment of lust,

and try to regain an acceptance of trust.

Filed under: Three Word Wednesday

Blackened Tears

writetoday — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 21:02:48 +0000

Today for our poetry assignment we had to go through the newspaper and find an article to write a poem about. We had to write like we witnessed the account. I read a tragedy that recently happened in Edmonton Alberta. A terrible explosion in a neighbourhood. There wasn’t a lot written in the article but there were a lot of pictures. It’s was a very traumatic story.

Blackened Tears

Billowing black clouds

mushroomed high,

colouring blue skies, with fear

Scattered debris, like matchsticks

discarded, flames snuffed and smouldering

The explosion echoed

rattling my windows

A monster knocking, no where to hide

Its eyes like flames,

glowing behind torn curtains

Tangled pieces of metal, embedded

in rooftops and vehicles

Dandelions and green grass,

once blanketed with lazy bodies on hot summer days,

now a graveyard to the shrapnel of shattered lives

Sunday’s sprinklers

replaced with fire hoses,

spraying high to unforgiving

flames, choking cries

from the shocked and traumatized

Darkness falls; 1:20 Sunday afternoon,

sirens fill the streets

A warzone

Through smoky scenes,

masked saviours search

A nightmare, dreamt with

eyes open

An explosion, unknown

Three men’s lives, stolen

on a Day for Fathers

Filed under: Poetry

Grandma

writetoday — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 18:56:46 +0000

Today’s post is actually an assignment for my poetry class and a submission for Thursday Tales. This is my first time submitting any writing at Thursday Tales although I have stopped by and read a lot and have really enjoy the site. My assignment was to look at a picture and write ten lines. The first line – ask a question by the character. Next four lines- introduce a conflict the character has. Next four lines – resolve the conflict. Final line – rephrase the initial conflict in the first line, which is called an envelope effect”.

Grandma

Can you hear my words, lost in an echo?

Whispering swing, gently hushed

wisps of hair falling, unnoticed

I wait for your arms

to comfort me

My eyes find you, there!

Your smell; cinnamon and blackberries

lifting me high, my fingers

touch your skin, softly

Can you hear my words, lost in your heart?

image courtesy: andrewf1

Filed under: Poetry, Thursday Tales

Goodbye

writetoday — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 23:04:21 +0000

Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything on Write Today. Life has been busy. I decided to take a poetry course and I am back to post some of the work from that course and will also try to find the time to head over to some familiar writing sites that have inspired me in the past. I’ve always loved poetry but was kind of scared to jump in without knowing much. I still don’t, but I hope to gain some knowledge over the next six weeks.

Here is the first assignment from my Pleasures of Poetry class. We had a few different prompts to choose from but had to start of with “My mind swims with thoughts of”. Once mine was written my instructor suggested taking out the prompt heading.

Goodbye

Your eyes, smile

teenage legs tuck high to your chest, jumping

splashing me by the poolside.

Your hands now calloused

building garden boxes filled with

rich, black soil, seeds

bursting to reach the sun.

Darkness falls

filling your glass, turning

your eyes, angry.

Our garden, dry

weeds strangling all life.

Filed under: Poetry

Lost Purity

writetoday — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 20:17:28 +0000

Today’s prompt for Sunday Scribblings is: Organic

A Haiku on what can happen when we allow society to influence our thoughts and desires as we grow older. I believe that children’s minds are uncorrupted and innocent until the rules of society influence their belief in themselves.

Lost Purity

purest desire

organic thoughts from within

lost in today’s world

Posted in Sunday Scribblings

Life’s Passion

writetoday — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 19:01:38 +0000

3WW’s prompt this week is: tryst, forfeit, entwine

I have written Haikus about 2 things I am very passionate about, the ocean and writing.

Sea of Passion

sea and man entwine

rolling tryst of soul and waves

forfeit life’s worries

Creating

pen and page entwine

tryst of imagination

forfeit all lost words

Posted in Three Word Wednesday

Summer Days

writetoday — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 21:37:27 +0000

This week on One Single Impression the prompt is: A Summer’s Day

Summer’s Awakening

morning dew whispers
awakening summer days
chill of winter past

Changing Seasons

spring blossoms feeding
summer buds to awaken
yielding fall’s harvest

Summer Days

children’s laughter calls
bicycles and sand buckets
late into the night

Posted in One Single Impression

Betrayal of the Mind

writetoday — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 05:25:29 +0000

This week on 3WW the prompts are: deception panic scheme

I thought I would try something new that I came across on gautami.tripathy’s blog. It’s called a Butterfly Cinquain.

Betrayal of the Mind

Panic

anxious, fearful

falling, breathless, losing

schemes of illusion, betrayal

nightmare

black unconscious

screaming, grasping, drowning

deception stirred within madness

dying

Posted in Three Word Wednesday