Prompted poetry: four of summer

This is a typically lovely image from a beautifully realized and truly magical deck. A whole host of ideas and poems presented themselves when I saw it. Here is one of the better efforts.

on the pond’s mossy bank
I watch dragonflies
rise from predatory depths to shed

their nymph bodies caught in the surface
tension, trading gills for wings
and viscous water for liquid sky

Prompted poetry: five of cups

Here’s a poem inspired by one of the cards I used in last weekend’s tarot writing workshop:

the emptiness looms
long and dark, a shadow cast
by the setting sun

the night must always
yield at daybreak, but it seems
so long in coming

And here is the card itself:

The merry month of May

A small part of me is relieved to have official respite from the enforced discipline of the NaPoWriMo challenge, but I chiefly feel wistful that this most convenient excuse to put aside things other than writing has come to an end. Now I really do have to address all those deferred duties (ugh!), but I intend to maintain the daily habit of writing.

I will most certainly not post every day, though. It’s great motivation, but it’s not truly sustainable, either for me or for my readers. It stands to reason that I’ll continue to post regularly because I’ll continue to write regularly (this post grew out of my notes and reflections on the month’s activities), just not every day. You’re welcome. [wink]

Besides, I have other things to do during the month of May: welcome my eldest home from college, see my youngest through the end of her school year, teach a writing class (here’s a link if you’re interested), attend family graduation events, and…

…get ready for June, which is Lexington Poetry Month! Yes, my daily writing goal will get a nice boost from my local writing community. I plan to take part in that month-long writing challenge as well as various other poetic activities around town. Information on the 2016 celebration hasn’t been posted, but next week is the release party for the 2015 anthology, & Grace. (I’m ditching a Very Important Board Meeting to attend — shhh, don’t tell anyone!)

Stay tuned!

NaPoWriMo, Day 30

Today is the last day of April and thus the final day of National Poetry Writing Month. My participation this year has been very successful and productive, and I thank everyone who has read or posted for your inspiring devotion to the poetic arts. The final prompt for NaPoWriMo 2016 is The Sun from the Rosetta Tarot. (Click here to see the card.)

Act of faith

Some days my heart is
on my tongue, hanging out
for all to see, and my words

have wings and spiral
to the heavens where they echo
the first moments of creation.

 

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NaPoWriMo, Day 29

This penultimate poem of National Poetry Writing Month was inspired by The Chariot from the Robin Wood Tarot. I urge you to look at the card – it’s so fabulous that it’s almost campy. (Click here to see the card.) If I were going to create a live tableau of this card, I would cast Fabio in the role of the charioteer. I’m not sure where I’d get the unicorns.

Beneath a canopy of stars

Lo, I come singing,
harp in hand —
the sun on my breast
and my hair shining.

Unicorns draw me
through the desert,
and the dust of our passing
blots out the sky.

 

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NaPoWriMo, Day 28

The Wheel of Fortune from the Mythic Tarot was the prompt for this poem. (Click here to see the card.)

Three spinsters

My mother taught me to spin
plant and animal fiber into strands
for fish nets, for mittens, for tapestries.

But it was her mother taught me
to spin dreams into hope, desire
into possibility: for life, for love,

for the future.

 

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NaPoWriMo, Day 27

The prompt for today’s poem was the King of Swords from The Ellis DecK (sic). (Click here to see the card.)

Judgement call

I may not have all the answers, but I do
have some of the questions. Darkness and light
are entwined so that only the sharpest
mind can discern between them.

The sword on my lap is Damascus steel, supple
and irresistible as water. See those wavelets
of charcoal and silver in the blade? It can bend
without yielding and hold an edge fine

enough to split truth from truth.

 

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