Hope

I have

a bright green sprout

peeking out of the dirt

so tender and vulnerable

fragile shoots reach up, trusting.

I ask you to tend it for me,

give it the attention

it needs, this hope

I have

Written for dVerse Poets Pub.

Sirius

Paired stars
one visible
Sirius A and B
smaller, dimmer sister star hid
by the blazing light of her companion
much like the way you eclipse me
being invisible
has grown on me
pared star

Not actually so much to do with this whimsical picture, but when I look into Sirius a bit this got me thinking: What the naked eye perceives as a single star is actually a binary star system, consisting of a white main sequence star, termed Sirius A, and a faint white dwarf companion, termed Sirius B.  For more takes on this go to Magpie Tales where Tess Kincade proveds a visual writing prompt each week.

Mettle Test

Under

the relentless

beauty of the sun I

stutter-step along the fault line,

raw and humming with possibility.

Here my tensile strength is tested

as the ‘if’ consumes me

before I go

under

This is for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry. Check it out by clicking the title.

Flock - Sunday Scribblings #269

Gather,

      all you inkblots,

           light tonight in treetops,

               dream deep of sun, rain, rushing wind;

                    next morning, sing the sun into the sky.

               Course plotted in your lineage,

          rise up, Icarus-like

     beak, claw, feather

Gather

This is for Sunday Scribblings, where they give a weekly writing prompt.  Also, this poem is a form poem called Rictameter, characterzed by a specific syllable count per line: 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2, with the same first and last word.
And here is a little riddle for all you naturalists:
Q - Why is it that when birds fly in a 'V' formation one side is always longer than the other?
A - Because there are more birds on that side!

A Real Gem

She is
brilliant, jewel-like
a bright and shining gem
sharp edged and many faceted
but she lacks regenerative powers;
her crystalline smile glittering,
a fault in the façade
threatens to break
apart

Note: the picture is a writing prompt from Magpie Tales, a site to help inspire writers made by Tess Kincade. If you click on the title of my poem it will take you to that lovely site. I hightly recommend it, and Tess' Life at Willow Manor. The poetry form is called a Rictameter, which is characterized by each line having a set number of syllables: 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2.

The Many Moods of Mary: Body Poems

I have been playing around witht he Rictameter form for awhile now and enjoying it. Here I decided to use the word 'Body' and as I started the poem, I got ideas for others. They are all quite similar, but coujure very different feelings. So, here they are, just a little fun with words:

And a quick review, Rictamenter is a poem with lines consisting of a certain number of syllables per line: 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2 and the first word is the same as the last.

Body - Three Takes

Body
Heat is rising
Beads of sweat are forming
Pulse rate quickens, muscles tense
Ragged breathing builds to a crescendo
Both blood and interest start to drain
As you roll away from
My now useless
Body


Body
Heat is rising
Hearts race and faces flush
Gasping urgently we race on
Frenzied movements build to a crescendo
Gently, dreamily we come back
To ourselves, and savor
One another’s
Body


Body
Heat is rising
Beads of sweat form as my
Heart rate rises, breaths come shallow
Muscles twisting, turning, writhing, pulling
Standing here in this dressing room
As I try to get these
Damn jeans on my
Body

Mag #46 - Riding

Riding:
Black leather gloves
Wrap around my fingers
My fingers wrap around the reins
I am drawn to the dangerous, dark horse
On top and in control of all
That power beneath me
Oh, the thrill of
Riding

I have used the Rictameter form here, which is composed of 9 lines. The lines have a set number of syllables, 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2, and the first and last word are the same.

Sunday Scribblings - Limits

Limits:
When do I reach
The line I dare not cross
Teetering on the edge - will I
Risk it all and fall into the abyss
Or will I pull back from the ledge
Just in time to live a
Smaller life of
Limits

I need to give credit here. I came across the information on this poetic form called Rictameter at a blog called Wordsalad by Luke Prater which can be found here:
http://lukepraterswordsalad.wordpress.com/2010/10/21/let-me/
He explains it as well, but the format is dictated by the number of syllables per line: 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2 and the first and last lines are the same. Thanks Luke.