My Compass – 11th October 2024

Uncertainty filled
Troublesome future begins
The big questions unanswered

Yet you bring to me
A much-needed light to shine
My compass, my map and guide

Shared with Tanka Tuesday (life change) and Moonwashed Weekly Prompt (where I’ve taken Eugi’s words and added to them).

Mondo poems are often very brief collaborative affairs (usually written by two poets) that present a question. (The question needs to be open-ended and poignant and should be a test of the answerer’s wit). The answer is written in the style of trying to glean meaning from nature. My poem doesn’t quite fit this requirement but let’s use our imagination.

Mondos can be as short as a one-liner or as long as two 5-7-7 syllable stanzas.

The first stanza presents the question; the second stanza gives the answer. We usually write this form in the spirit of Zen, responsive through meditation and observation of natural surroundings.

Germ Free – 9th October 2024

I still exist in the sense of space
Any glitter will vanish without trace
Scrub away at these crusty limbs
Below these hollow bones, the sins

Managed to squeeze 12 prompt words (crusty scrub limbs vanish bones exist space glitter still hollow below sense) into 4 lines and still have some semblance of sense! Shared with The Sunday Whirl wordle 674. The title comes by way of X-Ray Spex’s ‘Germ-Free Adolescents’ with the refrain ‘scrub away, scrub away’

DeathBringer – 8th October 2024

We can’t take them back
Their cries already ignored
Boats delivered murder
By guns, disease and sword
Ever pushing forward
In search of more reward
Broken promises betrayed
The trust in your accord

Beat down any rebellion
By sowing the seeds of discord
Masters of death and starvation
Even beyond the Golden Horde
All done with Bible in hand
And in the name of your Lord
Better this place was left alone
In peace and unexplored

Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Unexplored. It got dark quickly!

Perfecting The Eight – 6th October 2024

Here’s the one perfecting the eight-liner
Though some things must be said in twelve
Only enjoying writing the rhymer
And philosophy is the place to delve

Sometimes perfection is found in four
The idea sublimely surmised
Yet feeling obliged to write some more
Until the eight lines are realised


Submitted as a task for AllPoetry’s ‘An Expression of Yourself’ course.

Don’t be Ordinary

This assignment is going to take you beyond your reaches. I want something that you can’t even fathom writing. Go beyond what you think is normal.

Write to be remembered. Don’t write like anyone else… Don’t blend in! It’s okay to be original and shocking. To stir the pot and to poke the balloon and deflate it. Shake things up. Make a name for yourself.

Write a poem that you would want to define your ability. A poem that is read and the person is like… that is “your name here”.

Don’t write a poem where it could be stirred into water and blended in with everyone else.

This was an interesting task. I can look at a couple of other poets who follow their own rules and can be identified by their poetry.

As I’ve been writing for 40 years or so I don’t feel that I have a particularly identifiable style, though now I’m thinking more about it.

I do have a preference of style for my own writing though so I submit the following for now.

I could break my preference (and do sometimes force myself with different forms) but not sure that I could ever reach writing something that I can’t myself fathom…..

Close To Home – 4th October 2024

When the light pours out of me*
I will be there as your guide
A whisper from your guardian angel
To counter the devils at your side

Here is the lie of the land*
I’ll shield you from these rocky shores
Vigilant against the swelling tide
Forever knocking at your doors

When the light pours out of me
Together we shall roam
When the sunsets on the horizon
You are always close to home

Shared with WDYS #256 picture prompt and dVerse OLN #371
*paraphrased from Magazine.

Catch Glimpses – 3rd October 2024

Catch glimpses of what secrets mean
The lies plague each breath
The bed wet with a fire dream
Another secret, another death

Jump at the thunder flashes
The lies set the dream on fire
Cut by a thousand lashes
You catch glimpses of the liar

Shared with The Sunday Wordle 673
word list: wet jump secret dream bed breath secrets lashes fire plague glimpses lies
23rd Oct 2024 – Shared with Ragtag Daily Prompt – catch

The Old Straw Weaver – 2nd October 2024

The hands of the old straw weaver
Carry her gnarled knucklebones
Calculating the symbolons
Not nothing held in her empty hands

The essential is absent, inseparable
Familiar and unknown
The longing is an arrow, a gesture
An invitation toward the search

A hot lightning haunting
Snatched in the throttle of the bolt
Hungry in the forever unknowing
Searching fields empty of answers

A thrilling hand held sates
The old straw weaver
A symbolon of another something
A token of completion

Inspired and paraphrased from this post by Ars Poetica – go and read it! The picture was also found there.
Shared to Sammi Scribbles 383 – calculate (80 words) and What’s Going On