Poetry Challenge: Time (Haiku)

I decided to try something different and skip the prompt for today.  I've read some haiku's written by other participants and wanted to try writing my own.  I'd love your thoughts!

 

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Time

Time twisting, turning;

unfolding blossoms brown and

brittle, death's first kiss.

Poetry Challenge: The Door Won't be Singing

The prompt for today's poetry challenge was to write a 12-bar blues poem. After reading the short description and samples as well as doing a bit of Googling I'm still not sure if I did it right! It was a challenge to write as I've never written this style or genre..  I think if I had more time I might have been able to do a bit better, but it was still fun to try!

I've already missed a couple of days of the poetry challenge. I'm discovering that as with meditation any discipline takes determination and practice. Creative writing is no exception. With spontaneous events continually arising in life it's easy to sweep personal goals and practices under our proverbial rug but when one finds they have gotten off routine it's essential to just keep going and pick up where you left off.  So...that's what I'm doing today! Hope you enjoy!


Comments are always appreciated. Thank you!

 

The Door Won't Be Singing

At Sun's rising my dreams got up and flew away.
At Sun's rising my dreams did go and fly away.

No Stopping that old truck from going on its way.

Sadness, so thirsty, kissed my face and drank my tears.
Sadness, so thirsty, kissed my face and drank my tears.
If only she'd come and drink away those wasted years.

The door won't be singing here at night no more

The door won't be singing here at night no more
My baby's gone, won't be back, he's left my soul poor.

A stranger's in the mirror I have to get rid of
A stranger's in the mirror I have to get rid of
Mournful sight, sad sad plight, no help from above.

Filling my empty well with wine overflowing
Filling my empty well with wine overflowing
Going to leave this hell behind, gotta get going.

Poetry Challenge (Day 2): Running Water

This morning's poetry challenge was to write a triolet.  I had to honestly Google  the definition and structure of this form of poem. I had never heard of it before!  My first guess was that it would be a poem with three stanzas...I was wrong! I found it a bit tricky to write and it was my first try at ever writing one. I'm enjoying this challenge because I'm definitely learning some new things, reading some great poems by others and it's certainly stretching my creative limits. Though really, what are our creative limits? Perhaps they are only the ones we put on ourselves.

Hope you enjoy!

Running waters

Running waters let my spirit run with you,

Spilling over rocks and rushing past bends

To where we meet the arms of the ocean blue.

Running waters let my spirit run with you,

Being not here nor there but one with you,

No longer thinking we're separate as mind tends.

Running waters let my spirit run with you,

Spilling over rocks and rushing past bends.

 
 
I'd love your thoughts in the comments section. Thank you! For those of you that are participating in the challenge as well feel free to leave your links to today's poem!