Life Colors, Age Ascended

April 26, 2008 | Filed Under NaPoWriMo, Ons Single Impression, Poetry | 5 Comments 

One Single Impression’s prompt was Color!

Life Colors, Age Ascended

deepest of browns
smeared across grin
wielding lips

Chocolate Birthday Cake!

~~~

cream slid across
white or brown
welcomes
red-brown
flakes that fall in
metered tempo

cinnamon butter bread!

~~~

orange tongue
discloses snack
of choice

Doritos!

~~~

vibrance of voice
clarity of thought
sincerity of heart
blush of sun kissed skin

The color of love!
~~~

MeeAugraphie
04/26/08



Stranded Thoughts - One Single Impression (multiplied)

April 6, 2008 | Filed Under Fib, Haiku, Life balance, Ons Single Impression, Poetry | 15 Comments 

One Single Impression left us stranded this week - not. I have a feeling there will be many stranded thoughts evoked. Mine were:

Haiku:

Stranded whale flounders
turtle seeks destruction’s light
human plays hero

Fib:

She
stood,
unable
to remain stranded
by own stubborn streak’s closed mind.

Increasing Syllables, One thru seven:

Left
Stranded
by her muse
she looked at nature
through her inner child’s eyes
and found seven wonders more.

Acronym

Stuck alone in mind’s island,
Traffic stalled
Refuse blocks thought’s forming as
Acrid tears flow unchecked
No one to hear your
Darkness falling as
Escalated fears
Defy logical plan of action

Un-punctuated Thought

Night closed in to smother hope as moon hid behind clouds and owls hooted to break silence’s stranglehold on nerves for needle read as empty as stomach as empty as a heart never filled as empty as the road to nowhere in a Saturday night flick watched sans another human being on a teenager’s prom night

All written by MeeAugraphie 04/06/08



National Poetry Month - Go!

April 1, 2008 | Filed Under Ons Single Impression, Poetry | 10 Comments 

National Poetry month began today. I chose to start with One Single Impression’s prompt: laughter as my first prompt, after all, writing poetry brings laughter to my heart… OK, and melancholy, too, but laughter at the pure joy of writing.

Flaccid muscles fight
as humor scores a direct hit
melancholy overthrown



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