Splashing water hangs tightly in drops
Running wildly until splashing stops.
Run and know that this now
Is entangled somehow
With more joy when the pain smiles and pops.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 38 based on the photo above by Dominik Martin at unsplash.com.
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Skewered his characters gently.
If they wiggled with humor and rhyme
Some could pass their use-by date or time.
Written for a prompt provided by Gayle Walters Rose in dVerse’s “Form For All; the Clerihew” where you can find more information about E. C. Bentley and clerihews and maybe even feel prompted to write one yourself.
Let gravity do what it does.
Walk the body tall.
Let the eyes explore what’s real.
They want to see it all.
I’ll levitate when I am dead.
My eyes are grateful when
I look about with opened eyes
And then I look again.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #16 using “open” as a prompt.
When it’s dark is when stars can be bright.
I reflect on the skylights of night
And the shine of the day
Alternating. A play
That won’t end till it all turns out right.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 37: Dark.
While the fairy was growing her tail
And the ogre was drooling a wail
There’s that troll up on top
Of the dragon. We stop
To enjoy all that’s solid yet frail.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 36: Fairytale.
No dragon could trust his household
Was safe from a damsel so bold,
From a knight far too bright,
Over-itching to fight,
So he moved and removed all his gold.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 35: Trust.
The sky is as blue as it’s sweet
And the birds up above love to tweet
And the grass is as green
As this limerick’s clean
Bathed in sky from its head to its feet.
Photo by Frank Hubeny, “A Flow of Green Hearts”
A dragon deserves a dark friend
But that damsel is on the light end
And her knight loves to fight
Not for wrong but for right.
There’s his gold, dark, and he can pretend.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 31: Friendship.
Scary monsters love to smell
Like scary people do
And that is why I hold my nose
Expecting it is true,
But when they stare at me I find
Their stench is not as bad
As those sharp teeth and wicked eyes,
Those mercilessly mocking cries.
I laugh. It drives them mad.
Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shape Shifting 13 #64 Writing Challenge. Prompt: “What is that smell?”
Coffee I’d drink hot or cold.
My life I’ve enjoyed young or old
And that wonderful air!
It feels good every where
Whether timid or a tad bit too bold.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 30: Antonyms.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 