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Poems for year 4 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024. |
 Dandelion Cast your fate to the wind and ride the wayward air in adventure blind and expectation fair. Cradled in the hand of fate may your landing find good soil in fields great and climate kind. But root both fast and deep to stake determined claim your face unto the sun must keep new glory bright as flame. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge, 07.17.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Dance is Still Movement Random blasts of the synapses not physical like Cocker’s but the brain firing the body with jerky impulse reaction the music alive in transmission one with the meaningless word and David Byrne reinventing dance as immersion in sound. Talking Heads robotic obfuscation as art form they plough their ragged field and Byrne their scarecrow striding the otherworld in song and dance somehow divine. Line count: 14 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 50 Prompt: Dance. Note: Yes, this was written as a response to Ned’s poem on Joe Cocker. When nothing has occurred to me for a week, an immediate thought on hearing her idea was a straw to be grasped. David Byrne is surely Joe Cocker after intellectual processing. |
| Magical Madrigal I’ve tried to make these verses best, always at pains to pass the test, but sometimes I’ve had no real rest till falling back upon a jest. Perhaps it be the word falls dumb upon my ear so often numb, as if my mind was steeped in rum, for answers to the prompt don’t come. And so in situation tragic, I find myself in climes pelagic, in deserts without all foragic - it seems I’ve no ideas on magic. Line count: 12 Rhymed aaaa bbbb cccc For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 49 Prompt: Magical. |
| Evening Old age is like a setting sun Red and gold in a painted sky Heat and light bleeding from an open wound A cloak of darkness flung upon the world. Line count: 4 Form: Pantun. Four lines, with each line having eight to 12 syllables. The first two lines typically establish a theme, while the second two lines provide a twist or unexpected conclusion. For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 48 Prompt: Write a pantun. |
 Adventure Mud mosaic of dragon scales she strides the path now desiccated the lakebed wrinkled carapace and treads the lines of broken silt in dreams of patterns underfoot while feathered finger points the way in wild intent haphazard her steps through lands imagined. Follow the line indented way these the sign for fantasy play. Line count: 12 Free verse plus a little rhyming For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 47 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Mists Africa does not waste its time with mist, its sunwashed plains are seldom kissed, precipitation saved for thunderstorms and cloudbursts being the season’s norm. And so I found the mists of northern shores a mystical, mythical dream from literary lore, a secret land of silent sight constricted by guarded peace and softest grey restricted. Inside this insubstantial world now shrunk with distant ocean’s breath inhaled and drunk, I find ancestral cause for celebration and I, in mists, a certain affirmation. Line count: 12 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 46 Prompt: Mist. |
| Mirror Ah, always the same old question who’s this and who’s that who’s thinnest, who’s fat who’s pretty in pink and never mind the stink who’s wise as an owl with a voice that’s just foul who’s strutting today will be crawling in May who sings like a lark but shouts in a bark who colours her hair when nobody’s there who sings in the bath a complete psychopath who fiddles and diddles in the middle of riddles whoever asks me again will hear from me then I’m only a mirror and not wisdom’s pillar now think of another damn question. House Martell Line count: 22, word count: 100 Rhymed aabb For "Game of Thrones"  The North Remembers, Mirror Mirror Prompt 1 Poetry and Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 45Prompt: "Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the ________ of them all?" Note: This fits so well with Promptly's prompt that I thought I'd try submitting it. There's no rule that insists on newly written stuff and it was written less that two months ago, so here it is. If you reject it, I guess I'll write another, but the concept fills my head and I can't think of anything else at the moment. |
 Ophelia Thus from the bridge, borne by the careful current on measured waves and shadowed water, between the Scylla and Charybdis of towering banks, she floats with unseeing eyes, life’s last kindness unwilling to draw the curtain on this final view of skies afire, wasted in a life cut short. And so she carries Hamlet’s future, empty now of all but retribution, a wild orgy of death and dying, his bride forgotten in the stream. Line count: 14 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 43 2024 Prompt: As per illustration. |
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