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grotto dweller – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 28

grotto dweller


of peat,


of evergreen

subtle hint of musk

golden sunlight streaming

here, a wide-eyed girl could dream

in solitary blissfulness

this place where faerie folk assembled

where the muse was e’er so near

I spent hours listening

to whispers on the breeze

bumblebees, birdsong,

leaves, a-flutter,

in this place

my heart



For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 28; Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 8

with ripeness
lines corridors
casualties of war
denied last rites for now
sealed in polyethylene
an invisible foe looming,
poison wafting in the putrid air
where superheroes with stethoscopes fight
to save those stricken from drowning
the last acts of compassion
some will know in the end
in solitary…
darkness falls
on us


Another poem for our times today for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 8. I cannot adequately express the gratitude I feel for those on the front lines of the battle against the coronavirus. This week our country is facing the incomprehensible death tolls. To the heroes who give their all in doses of much needed compassion for the fallen. We owe you everything, our gratitude and our prayers!

The prompt: peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.

I chose a bot from @percybotshelley “death, distinct with ripeness”. Today’s poem is a variation on a nonet.



risking all
against the odds,
spring calling, that
seduces buds to bloom,
a labor of love, despite
the lingering threat of winter,
for one glorious day in the sun


A Nonet for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge, Synonyms Only, Prompt Words: Hobby – labor of love, passion and Play – risk, odds.

Remembering We

‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’  -W.B.Yeats

Remembering We

she’s bleeding out in back-wood hollows
where stone monuments honor fools
raging from coal soot nostrils
pale faced freedom fighters
who stand for anthems
and love Jesus
on Sundays
yet fear
they come forth,
silenced voices
like seed pods bursting,
innocence reborn to
overwhelm the bloody mess
and hope’s pursuit of happiness,
people who remember they are we


A Nonet/Reverse Nonet* For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats – Day Eight Challenge inspired by the verse above from the poem ‘The Second Coming’ by W.B. Yeats.

*A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable.

lust and denial…inked

Two poems for this week’s challenge…

Lust and Denial


pain is


so say lovers

who have felt its nip

the excruciating,

throbbing burn of raw desire

for the flesh is truly weak you know

it drives us mad if we ignore it

just a taste of honey’s enough

convincing our denial

consoled by pleasantries

gluttony and lies

avoiding pain

hurts us less

so we



(58 Words in the form of a Reverse/Standard Double Nonet)


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sterile setting on acid

grunge rock slamming my

eardrums, drone of the

needle pulsing into

my exposed flesh


personified in body art

the pain is exquisite

forever inked, I am

free, conventional

conformation be damned


(38 Words – Free Verse)

Both pieces are for MLMM or Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: use the line: The pain is exquisite, with no alterations, but anywhere in your piece, AND – however you choose to explore the topic of pain, you must include a counter-effect, balancing/opposite/silver lining, of some type, in your piece as well.

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