Absolutely Free

Gray Concrete Road in Between Trees
Harry Cooke at Pexels

Pines
Fragrant
Standing guard
Along roadway
Twisting and snaking
On a journey travelled
By just the pine-scented breeze
Not disturbed by mere human kind
Tranquil nature expressing true joy
Being itself and absolutely free


 

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Illusion of Power

London, England, Great Britain, Downing, Street
Pixabay

Colleen’s challenge this week is to write o syllabic poem on the theme of the illusion of power.   I have attached a photo of Downing Street, but the White House, or any number of other political and economic locations would done as well.


Illusion of having complete control
People bow and do whate’er you say
Might making right in your own view
No concern for ethics’ ways
Your conceit and power
Going hand in hand
Till the piper
In the end
You must
Pay

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Defunct – Dried

Image Credit: © Sally Cronin

What is the purpose of this thing – I spy?
No longer amid the ocean depths
Now in sand – stranded high and dry;
Lobster pot upon the beach
Carried in on the tide.
To fullfil its task
Shall it function?
Like systems
Defunct –
Dried

 

Padre

 

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: What does this photo say to you? Remember to use all of your senses when you craft your poetry. Could this photo be a metaphor for something?

The timely question: “Are our social attitudes fit for purpose?” expressed in Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 form.

Unpardonable: An Etheree

Model, Human, Expression, Overview, Girl

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay 

Rage
Anger
Uncontrolled
Ardent fury
“How could this happen?”
“Who could do such a thing?”
“Number-one-ness manifest!”
“The senseless selfishness of it!”
“My anger and fury will be felt -“
“By whoever ate my custard doughnut”

 

This week Colleen’s Challenge is to write a syllabic poem on a topic of our choice in a poetic form of our choice.  I linked this to Fandango’s word prompt and came up with the following Etheree poem.  The form consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.

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FOWC with Fandango — Rage

Cloudy Night

Moon, Sky, Clouds, Nature, Outdoor

image: Pixabay

 

This week Colleen’s syllabic challenge is to compose a poem on the theme of the night sky.  I have gone for the Etheree form of ten lines of ascending syllables (1-10).  I thought the form would draw our attention upwards to our night sky.

Still
Darkness
Clouds obstruct
The gibbous moon
And glittering stars
Heavenly bodies peek
From behind wind nudged nimbi
Expectant of the storm’s passing
Moist grass below awaits the rain’s end
When the bright sun of morning will arrive

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After The Storm: An Inverted Etheree

 

Ladybug, Drop Of Water, Rain, Leaf, Spring, Dew Drop

Image by Denis Doukhan from Pixabay 

All is so peaceful in the here and now.
More tranquil than in the night before,
When shutters rattled and winds howled.
Storm abating at daybreak –
Leaving damp in its wake.
Sun dries paths muddy.
Moist grass now stirs,
In soft breeze.
Enjoy
It!

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

Synonyms only! Here are your two words: “CALM & PRESENT”

“An Etheree poem consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  The trick is to create a memorable message within the required format.”

 

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