Monday Poetry

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Monday poetry

The poetry department for coffee house writers does a weekly “assignment” to challenge our writing skills. This is my answer to this week.

Monday Poetry

Yeah I know. I usually just post my own poetry or do a spotlight for Monday… But I just spent a week with bronchitis. So I did not have a post prepared. And I felt like that was not fair to those who read my blog.

So I decided to mix the two and add a story of explanation. To change things up and hopefully give the reader a smile.

A Haiku A Day is run by an author that I worked with on Under The Mists. Haiku is for me a difficult form. I do so much better with freeform poetry. He is posting literally a haiku a day. I am in awe of his talent. Well I thought that it would be a neat challenge to try and answer his Haiku with haiku of my own. Silly right? Well I obviously did not manage it every day… But I have been able to do it a few times. Now I challenge you. Take a look at the haiku below and then go check his blog. See if you can match my answer to the original poem.

Now if you can… And send me in email your answer, I will be doing a giveaway. I do not yet know what I am going to give away. But free is always good, right?

Here are my Haiku.

The light was never hers
Though she was told that it was
Darkness was always home


The words choked the pen
For the poet knew to be sin
To lay down the pen.


Payment often comes
Due in less than convenient
Moments slowing life.


Sweetness fades away
Memory remains to haunt him
Over kisses stolen proper


Sanity is overrated
insanity has benefits
Missing pieces hide easy


The words outcry all
For choosing one is downfall
At the beginning then.


Tonight I see a
Note of similarity between
sleepy poet and me.


Echoes continue till
We return to hear wisdom
From who we once were

Bleeding Violets

http://coffeehousewriters.com/bleeding-violets/

Monday Poetry

Today is two from Word Play

Monday Poetry

This was a collaboration between myself and another poet who approached me on social media. He is a wonderful wordsmith.

Friday Prompt writing

My attempt.

Pick up the pen,
open the vein,
attempt to explain
the image burning
in my brain.

Telling stories in graphite,
characters that only I see.
It seems so real,
these stories I am writing,
my brain is merely telling lies.

Teach the bardic arts
using your weapon,
ink and pen.
Send the dreams out,
letting not the anxiety win.

Coffee House writers

This is the links to all of my poems currently on Coffee House. I am going to try to do a post like this once a month.

http://coffeehousewriters.com/my-name-was-ignorance/

http://coffeehousewriters.com/ego-trip/

http://coffeehousewriters.com/war-within/

http://coffeehousewriters.com/unspoken-2/

That is all of the poems that I currently have on the site. Do check it out and let me know what you think.