Two poems in forms to face different storms.
Pondering placidity
Perhaps placidity is a far
cry from passivity. Maybe it’s just a pause for a petite parcel of peace.
Pondering placidity
If peace is a river, then why are we tossed?
Like leaves in the current, we’re whirled, double-crossed.
I crave to be colorless, vapid, and bland –
If just for a moment. You must understand.
Undoubtedly, soon I would rise up and stretch.
I’d bring back my bouncy. My fervor I’d fetch.
We crowd, elbows jammed, as our times flow too fast.
Our joys are forgotten, our troubles broadcast.
Each shore that’s adjourning the spot where I stand
May be solid ground, but it’s not close at hand.
I wonder, how long till we come to a rest?
Perhaps it is time to put faith to the test.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
31 Days
of Poetry and Writing: If He were to take your lips and fill them with His
messages, what would they say? (23)
ABC
Wednesday: “P” Day
Meme
Express: “on solid ground”
OctPoWriMo:
“undoubtedly” (23)
Simply
Snickers: “spot,” “stand,” and “stretch”
Three
Word Wednesday: “vapid,” “adjoining,” and “bouncy”
Write
31 Days Challenge: What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day? (23)
#BeWow
#OctPoWriMo
Kick or treat – A tanka for the prank-a
Halloween still
looms.
Decorations placed
with care.
Mischief makers
strike.
Down come the
festive flounces.
Can we eat the candy
now?
c2016
by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
Weekly
Tanka Challenge: “decorations” and “pumpkins”
Image/s:
Still from Speedy – Directed by Ted Wilde - 1928
Halloween artwork – public domain
31 Days logo – created by this user,
including public domain artwork.
