Sand, Sea And ... Solitude?

By Fee Easton

A water colour sky and impasto sand-ripples paint a waiting game. One marker buoy anchors a stranded boat to puddled remnants of an ebb tide. In no hurry to begin its next seafaring journey, the wooden craft soaks up sunshine, admires its reflection in each striated salt pool, and waits for its master, the sea...

By way of a change for me, a 55 word Flash Fiction offering for One Shoot Sunday. But now I've discovered that the sea theme carries on at Monday's Child, so I've decided to add it to this post, even though Monday is nearly over, and Sunday is long gone.

Illustration by: Carmen L. Browne - 1917

Sea Edge

In creeps the water,
tickling my toes,
swirling its whirlpools.
But nobody knows
where the sea comes from
or where it all goes.

Was it in China,
or distant Japan
that this pool of ocean's
blue ripples began?
How many more miles
will they have to span?

How far have they travelled
and how many waves
crashed onto shorelines
or hid inside caves
before they arrived here,
so buoyant and brave?
 

Jamming?

Thunder-flash moment
announces inspiration.
Artist springs to life.
Electrical spark outline
becomes psychedelic art.



This is my spoonful of sugar for the Poetry Jam, and an extra item to stock in the Poetry Pantry.

Two In Tandem

by jinksy

Opera Diva      by Elizabeth Crawford

They say nothing ends
'til the fat lady sings.

Been singing 

for over sixty years.

Lots of endings, 

but each one signaled

yet another beginning.

Is that why she just 

keeps singing?    

This is another collaborative offering, as you can see. We are hoping eventually to create a place where poets and artists can work together, inspiring each other by their own creative endeavours, but we have yet to work out the finer details of 'How?' and "Where?' and '"When?" At present, each Tuesday will be Elizabeth's turn, and Thursday mine, for posting our Twosome Treats. 

N.B Due to Blogger problems, everything went haywire, and the original version of this post and comments disappeared. This is a Mark 2 re-run, but hopefully by next week, everything will be in working order for Elizabeth and I to start our Twosome properly! 

Now to redress the balance a little, I am adding an extra piece at the end of this post, written in  a mere 160 characters, in order to comply with Monkey Man's Sunday 160 prompt entitled 'Old Friends'. I thought it particularly apt in the circumstances...And I've linked it to Poetry Pantry as well, to make the most of it!

Old friends blossom into new friends. It's only a question of time. As with any seed planted, nurture friendship lovingly, then wait for it to grow to fruition.

Seasons Of The Heart

Young love blooms,
and blossomed branch bears
promises
of harvest.
Old love ripens and bears fruit
of a different kind.

Writer's Island has given us the word 'Seasons' as a prompt this week, but I've chosen to approach  the subject from a slightly different viewpoint...
And The Poetry Jam Bus has joined in a time related theme, by choosing the word 'Birthday'. 

Measuring
time is a game. But
"Your Birthday?"
That's the name
of the special day each year
which can instil fear!

Now today, Tuesday, there is a birthday of sorts over here:-
http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/2011/05/09/tuesday-collab-1/  as well as another season to read about! I did mention a day or two back that Elizabeth Crawford and I were exploring the possibilities of collaboration between poet/artist bloggers, and this link will explain further. I do hope you will take the time to visit and share your thoughts about her newborn Tuesday Collab #1....

Seeds Of Change

Something is germinating, today. After discovering the poems that Elizabeth Crawford had written for April's 'Poem a Day' at Writer's Island, I contacted her, and we've been trying to work out a way of collaborating. Her words and my pictures, or vice versa. So here is the first of her words written for my illustration. The basic idea could lead anywhere - this is merely the first step.

White barked tree trunk
waves aloft deep blue essence.
Lavender perfume spills
across spring landscape

I decided to post this on Napple Notes, and Alias Jinksy, to see which, if either, blog caught people's attention.  With the lavender colour spilling over in my mind this morning, I created this flight of fancy, too.

And for Poetry Pantry here's a late addition in the same colour range!

Lavender dreams
populate my world.
With angels?
With monsters?
Only imagination
can tell the difference.

Blank Verse Graft?!

The miles between us span this planet Earth,
but in our minds appear the thoughts we share,
as if a shoot were grafted from one root.
In distant land, with different ways and climes,
you flourished. Our common ancestry, it seems,
has planted deep imagination's seeds
which flower now. The dormant days are past.
Our generations may cross-pollinate
until an orchard rises from our dreams.

Couldn't resist the play on words, after a serious attempt to  produce some blank verse for One Stop Poetry, which is hard graft of a different kind! So now I've linked it to One Shot Wednesday and The Poetry Pantry.

Honeybee

Come and see -
Look at this bee!
Overjoyed and
Very busy at
Every flower,
Red and pretty.

Thanks to bkm for her Monday's Child picture-prompt by Mary Cecily Baker. and to The Poetry Pantry for providing another place to link with!

Love Story

In their spirit world,
this madonna and child link.
Bonds of mother love 

tell a never ending tale

known to women everywhere.

Thanks once again to Tess for another Magpie Tales prompt.

Being Grumpy

In a phone call this morning, I was attempting to pass on some useful information, but the lady at the end of the line was not in the mood for listening.
So I wrote a Double Dactyl to get me beyond the experience - and polish off Day #30 at Writer's Island at the same time!

Sneakily skittering
moaning and wittering
never helped anyone
make life a joy.
Uncontrolled, spiraling,
irascibility?
Lacking humility's
bound to annoy!

By the way, there is a wonderful photograph By James Rainsford of somebody being grumpy over here, at
http://www.irascibleinsights.blogspot.com/

Hidden

Behind the looped veil
another universe calls
for recognition.


Written and produced for Day #29 at Writer's Island.

And talking of other universes, here's another kind entirely- the fantasy world of a Friday 55 coupled with a prompt from the Thursday Think Tank at Poet's United, who suggested Monsters!



Monsters can be scary,

or monsters can be fun.

I know which sort I'd rather have -

a friendly, little one!

It’s when I least expect them

they haunt me in the night,

so usually I run away –

would you stay and fight?

If you would, that’d be good.
You can have my bed tonight!

Homewell

Artwork by Jinksy

Ripple-blurred motion
of wavering water sprites.
Sunlight on surface.

A natural spring bubbles
in perpetual motion.

Written on Day #28 for Writer's Island.
Also linked to Poetry Pantry.

Tapestry Tanka

 Created from an original photo by Tammie Lee

Colours coalesce.
Mind recognises beauty
worth contemplating,
as picture provides focus 
for quiet meditation.


A tanka for Day #27 at Writer's Island

My sincerest thanks go to Tammie Lee for graciously allowing me to use her glorious photograph as inspiration for my Tapestry Tanka... You can see Tammie's Etsy Shop HERE.

Vernal Vision

With Spring as artist,
a kaleidoscope is born;
gemstone treasure chest. 




With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for her picture prompt this week, and to Writers's Island for their Day#26 of poetic extravaganza.

Treasure Trove

Majestic Thoughts Of A Mercenary Kind.

Would
this could
give pleasure...
All gold treasure
buried in the ground,
once it gets to be found,
belongs by right to the Queen.
Does She think this is rather mean?
"We must have coffers full of the stuff.
But being Queen is undoubtedly tough.
Guess We deserve an occasional perk,
also the chance to let Our face smirk.
All too soon We must pay the bill
as pretty young Kate and Will
both get wed and party."
"But nothing tarty!
Lah-di-dah day,
Ma'm, okay?"
"Ta-dah!
Yah!" 

A double etheree in rhyming couplets, of sorts, an offering for Day #25 at Writer's Island. I've linked this to Poetry Pot Luck, too - I believe in making the most of things!