The storage crate for responses to The Ultimate Poetry Challenge: 52 forms in 52 weeks. |
The summer spirits beckoned me to sweep emotional debris outside my mind with breeze from sea and let it fade from memory. For that, I went to bungalow in cadence with the ebb and flow. Along the shore, we gathered shells deposited by ocean swells, until we heard the vesper bells recalling us for prayer spells, where we gave thanks for nature's grace and peace we found in quiet space. Too soon, we had to pay the bill and flip the switch to working drill in order to restock the till. In spite of that, I always will maintain a fond affection for the time we spent along the shore. Notes on the Ode form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Little Willie had ominous plight when his dad developed severe cough, which caused the family some fright, so he chopped his dad's head clean off. Notes on the Little Willie form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Hospital sign declares "NO VISITORS ALLOWED," when I am admitted beneath pandemic cloud. No one in empty room but me, myself, and I with thoughts of locust tree blooming under blue sky. In place of family, "beep...beep...beep" throbs machine, depleting will to live while trapped in quarantine. Without social contact, my spirit starts to slip, and Charon's little boat stops by for final trip. Mortician's van arrives to cart my corpse away, as human dignity is buried here today. Notes ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Photo used with permission of AngelOakTree.com Majestic Angel Oak tree weaves many mythic tales, told to seize moments of danger and reprieves meandering through the centuries. Alluring yarns from yesteryear, assembled among sprawling limbs, affirming proper course to steer after overcoming human whims. Legendary survivor of mighty storms, laconic protector of ancient ghosts lingering in their uniforms, like they remain at duty posts. Earthly visitors stand bewitched, exuding joy over sacred link, elemental spirits who stitched enraptured people to Holy brink. Notes ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Country bumpkin loved girl next door with daisies in her hair, 'til draft called him away to war and grief beyond compare. She placed a rose upon his chest lying in casket there. In uniform with Silver Star, he looked so debonair. Notes on Sweetbriar form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Sensuous moments remembered when azalea bush blushed, flooding back yard with her naked scent and pool of purple hues. Notes on the Sidlak form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Tornado rips lives apart in the blink of an eye, but people rally and begin to plan for the next chapter. Notes on the Cherita form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Super moon sings a tune, inspiring bashful couple looked upon as prude to fantasize about romantic interlude, wrapped up in an aura of luminescent bait, luring them to escapades that will elevate springtime nights to new heights. Super moon sings a tune to instigate cicadas' mating serenade along with Mother Nature's promenade, enjoyed from patio, away from all that grief assaulting our senses with no sign of relief. Think about shunning pout! Author's notes: ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
** Image ID #2217627 Unavailable ** Coronavirus rears its head and gobbles down our spirit, replacing joy with tons of dread, because we cannot hear it. Trapped at home with nothing to do but wait for Apocalypse, or so it seems with Satan's brew producing paranoid trips. The danger is real, but we will prevail if we can stay on course against the gale. Notes on the Ravenfly form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
Riding waves of old memories across ocean of times past. We all knew it could not last. Who knew it would go so fast? Notes on the Zeno form of poetry ▼ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |