Demi-Sonnet for a Summer Night

fairy lights twinkle in summertime trees

night magic sparkles on firefly green leaves

darkness of black sky sets stage for the stars

evening’s cool blanket, reprieve from the heat

front porch swing beckoning rest for sore feet

chamomile tea welcomes day’s end with peace

myth’s constellations: such stories they weave

A Demi Sonnet for Jessie

Jessie 

her servant’s heart embraced their broken hope

 her gentle spirit wielded toughest love 

such prayerful presence resurrecting souls

her intercessions strong on their behalf 

(and even in their healing, they could laugh)

in restoration, re-learned how to cope 

with Jessie‘s guiding wisdom from above 

The Wood Thrush ~ A Demi Sonnet

against the backdrop of clear cut pine trees

their homes have all fallen, logs now piled high

it gutted my soul as I mourned for their loss

from one lone hardwood tree left standing tall

the song of a wood thrush brings hope to all

proclaims resilience, brings me to my knees

its gratitude praise song raised to the sky

A Letter to a Place

One of last month’s prompts from Georgia Heard’s Tiny Writing Calendar was Letter to a Place. I am using the tiny Shadorma form (3-5-3-3-7-5) today to revisit this tiny writing topic.

her pen moves

across the paper ~

a letter

written to

the place of her family

roots ~ Goodbye, it says

Say Yes to Oui

I find inspiration in the lids of the yogurt I eat. I buy this brand not just because it’s delicious, but for the messages and the pure glass containers that will root new plant life for me to share with friends. Here is a poem inspired by Say Oui to Time Off!

Say Yes

we said yes because

what we know about us

is that we like a big window

and gray and white

and newness and matching

towels and linens

not odd assortments

and light,

plenty of light

and good music speakers

front, back, and outside

for good 70s tunes

and fifteen trips to France but

not going there

instead, staying close to home

but still away, oui?

and time off

to enjoy it

Making Body Butter

My sister in law and I have been making various salves, lotions, balms, and body butters. It all started in April. She found a recipe for Bergamot Body Butter, and it’s been fun ever since. We each ordered some of the ingredients and a slew of containers, fired up the stove, and got to stirring and mixing, making our own magnesium and shea butter foot creams.

Today’s poem is a simple tricube – three stanzas of three lines with three syllables!

Sister Time Tricube

bergamot
shea butter
olive oil

lavender
mixing bowls
minerals

beeswax flakes
kitchen fun
sister time

May Open Write – Day 3 of 3 with Sarah J. Donovan for Demi Sonnets

Today’s host at http://www.ethicalela.com for our final day of the May Open Write is Sarah J. Donovan, who inspires us to write Demi-Sonnets about something we almost missed. You can read her full prompt here. Sarah says, of Demi-Sonnets:

  • 7 lines.
  • It’s formal without being, you know, strictly formal.
  • They are encouraged to end with a full or a slant rhyme. (An Emily Dickinson approved form.) Instead of a perfect rhyme where the ending sounds match exactly (like cat and hat), slant rhymes have slight variations in sound like hope and cup, bridge and grudge.
  • Erin describes them as “aphoristic” and something of an “elongated fortune cookie” 
  • There’s no set syllable count.

Call Interference

front porch phone call late at night

unfurling starburst: opening show

caught my eye in the moon’s spotlight

petal by petal, revealing its brilliance

conversation ~ a bloom interference

most never see this nocturnal sight:

Queen of the Night crowning waterlily-bright!

The Meaning of Your Name

When I saw Margaret Simon’s blog post on May 1 with Georgia Heard’s calendar inviting tiny writing, my soul breathed a sigh of relief. Tiny writing. Yes, I need a month of tiny writing after the double marathon months of the Slice of Life Challenge in March and VerseLove in April. Tiny writing sounds dreamy right now, like a shade tree with a hammock and a warm, gentle breeze.

I glanced at the topics, and one caught my eye. May 16’s prompt is the meaning of your name. It’s been with me all my life – since I was a curious child who wanted to find answers to things like that.

Kimberly. From the Royal Fortress Meadow.

From the Royal Fortress Meadow

Kimberly

means from the royal

fortress meadow ~

and I’m no princess here,

but I drink my

velvety green

rolling hills

cloaked in wildflowers

crowned with a sunshine-drizzled

scepter of rain clouds

casting a gold-tipped

swing-choir grass breeze

strumming harp strings

across my countryside kingdom

A List of Last Times

I’m engaging in tiny writes this month, introduced by Georgia Heard on her monthly writing topics. Margaret Simon shared it on her blog earlier this month. Margaret also introduced me to the Shadorma form, which is a poem consisting of six lines with lines of the following numbers of syllables, in this order: 3,5,3,3,7,5. I’m using a tiny form for the tiny write topics and finding that it is a breath of fresh air after the marathon months of March with the Slice of Life Challenge at http://www.twowritingteachers.org and April with #VerseLove at http://www.ethicalela.com.

Today’s topic on Georgia Heard’s calendar is A List of Last Times.

A List of Last Times

you hugged me

your body quivered

we both knew

this was it ~

the reason I’d made the trip

was to say goodbye