3WW: Fracture, Noise, Vanish

Noises
from your angry
mouth fracture the moonlight.
Feelings shatter into shards, then
vanish.

NaPoWriMo Day 6: Response to a Photo

This is for ReadWritePoem's Day 6 prompt. We were asked to write a poem in response to the following photograph by pensiero:
















And You thought You Were In Charge

Hanging
marionettes.
Who is controlling them?
The hand of fate? I hear the clouds
smirking.

Cinquain for TOP: She Sleeps

I wrote this one this morning while watching the news on television and watching my granddaughter sleep in between my husband and me while the wind was howling in the -12 degree morning.
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Innocence

She sleeps
while the wind bombs
and trees shiver with fright.
War flashes on TV, but still
she sleeps.

Faith, Miracle, Whisper for 3WW

Faith Hill
on a CD.
Music’s a miracle,
a lover at my ear with sweet
whispers.

3WW: Corrupt, Intellect, Tension

Corrupt Intellect Tension
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Red claws
squeezing my neck,
corrupting intellect.
I see dots in front of my eyes.
Tension.

A Cinquain for 3WW: The Young Novice

Bored Habit Settle
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The Young Novice

Becomes
bored with praying
so she settles her hands
on the rising mound under her
habit.

The Sound of Solitude

TOP for January 10, 2008: In the Ear

Just a little cinquain about this moment.

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The Sound of Solitude

Silence
computer hum
keys clicking as I blog.
Boots bang on back stairs, peace over,
he’s home.

Favorite Holiday Memory

Sunday Scribblings for December 23, 2007

Two years ago, my grandaughter was born just before Christmas. Here's a cinquain about that holiday.

Others
open presents.
I sit with the weight of
my first grandchild on my lap,
smiling.