Poetry

Prompts, Words and Pictures: Poetry from Songs

Tunes as Muse: Take two of your favorite songs, and match up a line from the chorus of one with a line from the chorus of the other. Then, write a scene that starts with the first lyric, and ends with the second. I did this a bit differently. I took lines out of twoContinue reading “Prompts, Words and Pictures: Poetry from Songs”

Hope, Faith, Joy, Love

I sat in the pew of the church, a church I had attended for five years. It was just 2-1/2 months after my daughter died, and I was feeling very alone. Hanging in the front of the sanctuary were four red banners, each with one word; “hope”, “faith”, “joy” and “love”. It was December 23,Continue reading “Hope, Faith, Joy, Love”

Paint Chip Poetry

This is how I do mine, I select 5-6 paint chip colors, a word prompt and a line from the lyrics of the song I are listening to right now, or song number six in my music playlist. Then I write a poem and find an image to illustrate it. The word prompt for thisContinue reading “Paint Chip Poetry”

Collage of the Day: Gothic Grief

After my daughter died, I channeled my grief into writing poetry and making collages. Because she embraced the Gothic Lifestyle, I called this one “Gothic Grief”. A very short poem that I wrote that kind of goes with this collage: O Angel Dressed In BlackPlease Bring My Baby BackShe Was A Child Of FaithOf PeaceContinue reading “Collage of the Day: Gothic Grief”

Paint Chip Poetry: Circle of Life

This one is dedicated to my daughter, Courtney Marie, who died 20 years ago on Sept 14th, 2000, at the age of 16. I will also include to collages that I created in her memory. Circle of Life Tickled pink, a baby girlA short lived life, a short lived love. Like the Sisyphus’s boulderConstantly pushingContinue reading “Paint Chip Poetry: Circle of Life”

Paint Chip Poetry: Dear Child

Dear Me, Sitting near the hearthstone sipping a cup of Earl GrayKnowing that some day,We’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun Looking for the golden hourWhen the world is much brighterLooking for the heavenly sparkleBut not wearing rose colored glassesKnowing I’m still that die hard fighter. Ooh child, things’ll get brighterSome day, we’llContinue reading “Paint Chip Poetry: Dear Child”