Category: Poetry

BrewNSpew Wrap-up – November 18 through November 22, 2019

let the seasons change nature’s lessons abundant days pass stories told Coming soon, BrewNSpew’s Weekly Prompt – watch for it! Here’s this week’s BrewNSpew Cafe Wrap-up for the November 18 through November 22, 2019 submissions. Thank you everyone for your delightful contributions interpreting the word folklore, and the corresponding image. November 18 through November 22, 2019, submissions Light Motif…

Bitter days ahead?

surly days noisy family values sacrificed karma’s lava flows For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind. – Ralph Waldo Emerson * The more we hold on to our hurts, anger and bitterness, the more we become slaves to unforgiveness. – Nancy Lee DeMoss * Don’t let the…

Nonentities

dreams never lonely succession of images a visual feast lost in search engines snapshots of the future or a symbolic plight Reena’s Exploration Challenge #113 – Image prompts Your Daily Word Prompt – Plight – November 14, 2019 my other blog, PoetryPalette -Eugenia featured image – Pexels

Being a tree ain’t easy

I am not on the same page with mom nature. My wish for a blue bird day sparked guffaws, and my references thought as tomfoolery. I feel frozen and vulnerable to a chilled wind as mom nature dresses and undresses my limbs at her convenience, not mine. It’ll take a blizzard of thoughts and a…

BrewNSpew Cafe – November 11, 2019

caring and giving good friends lure you in closer grateful eyes smiling November’s traditional birthstone is the topaz, usually a yellow to amber color. The ancient Greeks believed that topaz could make a wearer invisible. A symbol of honor and strength, topaz was also believed to bring longevity and wisdom Presenting the week’s prompt – You…

A bcc to myself

Was that really me, my crumbling thoughts, intoxicated cynical assertions? Pockets of stillness no longer harbor a pregnant pause instead bestirs the potential of emptiness. Once free-flowing bonds now chaotic with undulating patterns. I suddenly feel my past a lost alphabet waiting to be written. Methinks, tis time for all mankind to question your maps,…