Poetry Word Prompt #1

[Raku]

Mine might be a bit rough cause it's an early draft, but let me know what you think.

Yearly Zen

Here we are, it's that time of year once again
Where we put all our troubles behind, and enter a zen
We can walk, or read the paper without care
Maybe relax in a park and notice a calm in the air

Lay down by the foot of a willow tree
Imagine resting with a cute little monkey
You two can listen to the whispers of the wind
and wait for the day light to become dimmed

Look up through the branches and see the moon up in they sky
A bright sphere of white so small to the eye, and up very high
In a sky not quit dark, casting a scene so colorful
But is cut short when you hear a distant rumble

Through the edges of the trees you see a flash of light
Heavy rain will come soon, and that's alright
You and your monkey friend smile at each other
For once again this time of year is summer

Also sorry for the usage of monkey. I'm currently working on a "Year of the Monkey" book so if I can polish this poem up, and (possibly) include this in there. That would be great =)

[Smee]

Thanks for the encouragement RhymeLovingWriter. I fancied a challenge and quite enjoyed the discipline of this idea,; it's a great thing to do when the dreaded 'writer's block' strikes.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

This is lovely Tashi. Serene and holding such promise for a new day!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Reads as magical Smee!

[Tashi]

Once upon a summer
I notice the park's serenity
under the moon's silver glow.
I can only make out the edges and water's reflections
as I sit by the foot of the willow tree,
scribbling in my book
the whispers of the crickets, the grass and wind.
It's a strange yet peaceful time of the night
to walk in the dark.
I wonder what the words on the paper
will mean the next morning.

[Smee]

Walk with me quietly,
study the way
The charm of the night
brings its magic in play
The moon casts its net on
the willow tree's frame
And whispers it's masterful,
menacing claim.
The park fails to notice,
and edges the scene
with delicate starlight.
The midnight prom queen
dances unseen on
the paper-thin floor
embracing the night in
her summer folklore.
Meanwhile, at the foot of the
willow that weeps
the silver fern gathers
its tears as it sleeps.

[Suz-zen]

I have done that too! Will try to find and share if you want... different if you add mixed media too...

[Sumyanna]

I know some have done "found poetry" where they actually circle the words in a written page as a poem and darken out or doodle on the remainder. For me, it would be hard - but I do love the idea of this. Might just have to force myself to find 10 words that way - only on one page. Would definitely change up the outcome of the story.

[Suz-zen]

Well Done! I sometimes I will take an old book and circle words to write a poem that seems to jump out at me! Some folks find this an affront to the the book!! or author!??
I find it a bit naughty, maybe the good girl's graffiti!

[Sumyanna]

Yeah, that was what I was talking about. With this type of thing - it is hard to have writer's block. You have to take it somewhere and over time you get better at it. The nice thing is that you could write about it many times and still come up with a different image. I will post the next one on Monday :-) but feel free to make up your own. Ask someone to give you a list of 10 random words or find your own in a story, on a page, in book titles - the sky is the limit - Suz-zen.

[Suz-zen]

Thank you both! without the word prompts I never could written this! It was jotted down in a record maybe 5- 10 minutes! Thanks Sumyanna for the push to do this! Keep them coming...
Thanks MH for the kind words and the kiss!! xxx tres besos!

[Sumyanna]

Oh wow - fabulous write! Love this one a lot Suz-zen.

[MHenry]

Astonishingly beautiful, Suz-zen! Every line a triumph, building to a crushing crescendo! I kiss you! Mwwaaah!

[Suz-zen]

Provocative!!
I looked down to my foot and noticed a paper

It said "please meet me at the skyscraper"

I did not know whom this was for, since it was not for me

I threw it in the trash this strangers odd plea

[Suz-zen]

Faithfully Mr. Willow takes a walk
In the black molasses park
Without whispers or a nod
To the creatures that he pretends not to notice.

As summer edges ever closer
He allows himself to hear
The paper thin moon
only one foot away


In the darkness of his heart.