Rain

rain falls gently like my own poetry each drop, a syllable a sweet verse of love each one is a melody of songs of thoughts of dreams of ever after and of love comforting dead air silence last drop of rain a fading memory of a distant promise just memories of many summers ago then

Six Feet Apart (Diamond Etheree)

  I woke up bewildered, baffled, perplexed upon the world and beyond, the love we knew is to hug,  touch lovingly lean in, hold and make eye contact little bit closer builds affection fondness, attachment, and besottedness love, in itself is already tricky actions, endearments, simplify it how is love now? six feet apart? like

Coffee Blended-Tanka

Coffee Blended – Tanka (Concubine Lane, Ipoh)   from the night i slept to the morn’ of your beauty where night and day met the sun shines with its glory in your arms sun’ s brighter dear the day will begin with a loving thought ’bout you coffee blended love that’s how we are my

I Remember You (with a smile)

I remember you on a glorious cloudless night where snowflakes of stars light the sky with a promise of life in darkness and a sense of warmth amidst the cold breezy wind   I remember you with a smile   I remember you in the stillness of the dawn when the night and day had become

Gorgeous

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the

Stay

don’t stay for rainbows and butterflies and stars stay even for the thunderstorms and the waves and the hurricanes don’t stay for the smiles and the laugthers and the joys stay even for the tears and sorrows and tribulations don’t stay for the love and the care and the understanding stay even for the indifference

The Sun Looks Pretty on Me

NaPoWriMo Day 19 Today, our optional prompt challenges you to write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting thing – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your

ODE TO CAPPUCINNO

NaPoWriMo Day 18 Our optional prompt for the day also honors the idea of Saturday (the Saturdays of the soul, perhaps?), by challenging you to write an ode to life’s small pleasures. Perhaps it’s the first sip of your morning coffee. Or finding some money in the pockets of an old jacket. Discovering a bird’s

In Memory of a Great Love Letter

NaPoWriMo Day 17 Our prompt for the day asks you to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that features forgotten technology. Maybe it’s a VCR, or a rotary phone. A cassette player or even a radio. If you’re looking for a potential example,

On Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Milton, Frost and You

You are the love of my life and the poetry i write–michelle   Day 14 NaPoWriMo Today’s prompt asks you, to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise).     William Shakespeare tops my list of my most adored and favored poet with “Sonnet 18”, I dearly cherished better than a