Amid sun-bleached rock and barren sand
Green arises and makes its stand
Waters deep beneath the ground
A place where life can be found
Our lives too may seem that way
In need of an oasis amidst our daily fray
Padre
Oasis
Life
Cloudy Day
When pushed inside on a cloudy day
When gardening by rain is set aside
It is time for other things to do
It matters not as long as they’re done with you
To sort the laundry
Such things mundane
They are more pleasant with you
On days of rain
And then the sun does arrive again
Then we together shall emerge
And once again with rake and spade
Attend the bright beds of our labours
Padre
Awash
Awash in a world unfamiliar
Like a lone feather carried away by a stream
Finding my way is awkward
As things aren’t always as they seem
I have made plans for the future
And often events have led them astray
But if I hold to my course
I hope to make my destination someday
Padre
Impromptu
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Impromptu, Extemporary
Preparation unnecessary
No rehersal, Not by rote
Not even reference to handwritten notes
Thus is life – if we really live it
Not bound in – by formulaic limits
So as you go about your day
Just let your soul tell you –
What to do and say
Padre
No Further
No further
The edge is within reach
Nothing lies beyond
Except the deep
How have you arrived here?
Your options to limit
Shall you go forward
Or shall you pause for a minute?
You can turn and retreat
Retracing your steps
Perhaps you can revisit some past regrets
Whatever the choice – the decision’s up to you
Whether onward to the edge
Or back to see past places anew
Padre
Neighbourhood
A neighbourhood like many others
Dwellings, streets, and things
Each resident their own lives live
Behind curtains and window screens
Dramas unfold every day
Issues both great and small
Hidden from prying eyes
By the freshly painted walls
A neighbourhood like many others
But like every community unique
Just getting on with each day
Is all that the inhabitants seek
Padre
Life
They say life’s a blank canvas
Full of infinite possibility
So what are the brush strokes, you’ll add today?
Padre
Choices
Charlotte had a dilemma of sorts. It was nearly time to go back to work, but as she had met up with Debz for her break, it hadn’t really been much of a rest since they chased about a bit checking out the stalls at the sea front. Now her ice cream was starting to melt, and run down the cone onto her hand. Should she throw it out and head to the office, or just eat the whole thing quickly – risking a brain-freeze? Well at over a pound a scoop a little freeze was a small price to pay.
Padre
“Our challenge is all about “opposing forces” and the use of antithesis in our writing. You will need to use the two opposing words in your response – which can be poetry or prose.”
Our words this week are:
– melt and freeze
– rest and work
In The Scheme Of Things
No one’s really a blank canvas
In the grand plan and scheme of things
We tend to carry with us –
All the stuff that life’s journey brings
Our childhoods – which like the Spring
Are merely a green flash
Then adolescent romance hits
With tongue-tied attempts – that tend to crash
Then school is finished
We seek out higher things
Opportunities fresh-squeezed
Life as yet to bear its sting
Some pass through the next few years
A tumbleweed without purpose
Your parents disapprovingly
Acting like you had runaway to join the circus
For some life brings rainstorms
Torrents of savage woe
Under the sea of troubles
Not sure of where to go
But our canvas is not blank
All those experiences to life you bring
Your easel adorned with a collage
A big picture of the scheme of things
Padre
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #38: Although, I suppose, you are limited by these odd paint chip words and phrases: fresh-squeezed, tongue-tied, green flash, rainstorm, blank canvas, tumbleweed, and under the sea. Because they are a weird conglomeration of words, I’m only going to ask you to use three. But bonus points if your plan is to use them all and you succeed.
Breast
Pixabay
New and full of potential
Ill-defined of what it shall become
Infantile – the word’s true meaning
But full of so much promise – life just begun
Blooming – coming of age
Self-consciousness of the swell
Uneasy transformation
Puberty’s unlocked secret – now to tell
Ample – alluring
Lover’s attentions to titillate
Femininity manifest
Enhanced by lace uplifted – ultimate bait
Nourishing – life giving
New generation to sustain
Painful at times, and leaking
But she’d do it all again
Comforting – familiar
Soul-mate’s harbour secure
To snuggle into safely
Helping life’s pressures to endure
Declining- drawn by gravity
Or by cruel illness – cut away
But the heart beneath still beating
She – as loving, as nurturing in every way
Padre
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