For Day 8, I have a rime couee and the prompt, idle. Image by Rebecca Matthews from Pixabay Idle The wind against the window paneand the pitter-patter of rainNo one on the porch swingA hush has settled, an ennui;Unused, like motionless debrislife waiting to take wing © A. F. Stewart 2020 All Rights Reserved
Welcome to day 7 with a touch of summer. Today's prompt was peach and today's form is an oddquain. Peach RipeFirst sweet biteJuice drips down the chinThe ending scent of summerGone © A. F. Stewart 2020 All Rights Reserved
Today we come to Day Six and the prompt is Wilted. The poem form is a Triquain. Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay Wilted Sagging stanceA bend in self-esteemListen to the whispered, hateful wordsLost in isolation, deficient of focusWandering alone, seeking solaceuntil self-worth becomesNeglected © A. F. Stewart 2020 All Rights Reserved
Here's the poem for Day Five from the prompt, beginning. The poem form is a rondelet (or at least my attempt at one). Image by David Mark from Pixabay Beginning From the ashes,rise, a glowing beacon from the grey,from the ashesFires of hope, scintillation flashesacross the sky to light the wayThe phoenix of another dayFrom... Continue Reading →
Welcome to Day Four, and the next few days I'll bring you poems from prompts scavenged from around the internet. Today's prompt is Spring and it is a triolet poem. Spring That hint of nature’s green past the bitter winter thaw with the air crisp and clean That hint of nature’s green Weather shifts in-between,... Continue Reading →
Be Afraid of the Dark 