Breeze creates winding journey Nude petals serene Drift on currents of cherry Blossoms
Blustering spring sings Of faded pink sakura My favourite time.
I saw this dVerse prompt and had to write about it as cherry blossom was our wedding flower so it always gives me such beautiful feelings. I hope I could portray some of them. 🌸 I took this pic myself just a few weeks ago. 🌸
Into empty blue I stare. My gaze drowns, bubbles on the surface, No air.
The last fish was pulled from the ocean today, A few years before the predicted 2048. The ecosystem collapsed, our oxygen depleting. If only we’d known... But we did know, mistakes repeating.
We had the chance to stop this despair But instead Into empty blue I stare.
Today’s prompt was to write a circular poem, the two forms mentioned in dVerse’s post seem really cool and I want to try them out sometime. But I was inspired and wrote something short today. It was interesting to read through Peter about what Australia is experiencing currently, and the warm sea temperatures reminded me of the Netflix Documentary Seaspiracy which I watched yesterday! Already a vegan I don’t eat any animal products including fish, but even I was shocked at how dolphin safe and sustainably fished labels make their money through certifying fishing boats they know to be murdering dolphins and turtles and sharks. And I was even more shocked that human slavery is used in the fishing industry! What century are we in?! This is heart breaking!
Plastic straws make up less than 1% of plastic in the Ocean. The majority of plastic in the Ocean is from fishing nets and other fishing equipment. The biggest thing we can do to save our oceans is to stop eating fish and other sea animals.
I orbit her, She doesn’t orbit me. Yet she holds on with severe gravity.
I view her from my ecliptic plane, Sometimes in sunshine, Ofttimes darkness and rain.
But whatever the weather she chooses to cast, No matter my phase, her beauty is vast, Her: earthen, me: lunar, together steadfast.
I’ve recently been reading sci-fi so I got very space vibes. Although I also thought about two people in love orbiting each other but didn’t end up going that route. Hope you like my poem written from the Moon to the Earth. 💛
No thanks, I’m quite alright, I don’t want your drink, you’re dismissed for the night.
I turn, leave before you propose you can save me. Hasta La Vista
Another word I had to look up! But I ended up going for a different way of using the word. I won’t be apologetic for the continued theme of sexism/harassment. Not all of my posts going forward will be about this theme, but right now it’s still circulating my mind. Thanks Sammi Cox for the prompt!
Today I saw a new (to me) form of poetry on two blogs: Skeptics Kaddish and K. so I had to try it out for Day 7’s prompt! It’s called an octo. I wrote two as I wanted to practice but I think I like the first one best. What about you?
Fresh dewy morning waits for me Bird song louder than yesterday Cherry blossom sweet as honey I venture to my balcony Bluebells, tulips, puschkinia Cherry blossom sweet as honey Bird song louder than yesterday Fresh dewy morning waits for me
Wind whistling gently through trees Birds singing fairy lullabies Bees buzzing enjoying the scene Rustling grass, whispering flowers Sweet pollen, sweet nectar, sweet scents Bees buzzing enjoying the scene Birds singing fairy lullabies Wind whistling gently through trees
I haunt But is it haunting if it is longed for? She waits Waits for me to come every evening Wishing I’d brought roses like I used to
It is autumn now The roses are withered Their petals float to the ground with the browning leaves Trusted in her, their beauty a keepsake until they bloom again She had her own beauty once But when I departed I took it with me
Why am I always so cruel? So selfish I have become Returning only torments her If I left could she be joy again? Could she move through life Without me?
I underestimate her She is strong It is me who is weak I come every evening A wavering possibility of replacing her loneliness One day she may need me to stop Although she does not wish it, that day is long passed But I will not return to ashes.
Her tanned arms stretch Above her head And down they flow To meet her toes
Sun salutation Brings peace And patience
Deep breath Breath out Her mind a clear cloud Colourless in a pretty way Bow head, “Namaste”
Cutesy top, cropped Kawai avocados dance Slogan: #basicbitch How very kitsch
High waisted leggings Walk her from the studio floor To the Starbucks next door Oat milk chai latte to go
I had to look up what kitsch meant, and when I did the examples were lava lamp and that dogs playing poker picture. I thought I would go for something super modern, so enjoy my stereotype of a millennial’s yoga morning. I actually think #basicbitch could almost be a synonym for kitsch.
I live in a constant state of huffing and puffing, I feel like I'm a big bad wolf with a factory line of houses to blow down. I am the heat that traverses necks and cheeks and turns them violent red. I am passion without reason or desire. Deserts of foul sands, my home is the ugliness in others. A torrent of complex tornadoes carries me to and fro.
Yet back here I am again with you. Why you? Calm down for I cannot. I see the light before I come and the release when I have left. I long to be precisely where I am not.
I am a huge sun of molten emotion that so many fear and hate. But to me I’m merely Anger, the only one who can't escape.