Here’s today Poetry Push for List Poems. It’s a great way to warm-up your poetic muscles for the day. This is just a warm-up, so don’t spend a lot of time on it, five to ten minutes to create a list poem inspired by the Poetry Push card below.
Please leave your list poem in the comments and make sure to leave your name.
Have fun!
COMFORT
Cool summer Breeze
skimming across the sea
Palm trees swaying in the wind
Long tall glasses filled with wine
Swinging between the trees in a hammock
While looking at the stars in the night sky
Then I had to go and wake up, it was nice to feel Comfort even if it be only in a dream.
Whilst in the real world comfort for me means being able to walk around in a pair of shoes without holes.
Sheer Comfort
– Anne McKenna
Sorry for your loss.
Seemed the picture of health.
How are you holding up?
How are the kids?
Anything we can do?
You’re in our prayers.
You’re in our thoughts.
Our condolences.
Deepest sympathies.
Don’t be a stranger.
Don’t worry about a thing.
You’ll get through it.
You’ll get by.
We’re here for you.
Fumbled phrases
when hearts
go out.
by Martha Calderaro
(Thanks for the lunchtime prompt. It’s a curious thing, where prompts take us.)
Love this, Martha. It really paints a picture of that tough time when there are really no “right” words to say. Thank you for playing along.
Surrounded
Your knees behind mine
One hand on my hip
Pillow under my head
Blanket over our shoulders
Mattress warmer beneath us
Cozy winter cocoon
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Not sure why I started playing with prepositions, but there ya go!
Re: Surrounded
Great Minnesota winter poem, Laura! Best, Becky
Re: Surrounded
Brrr…I’m freezing here right now (Okay, not YOUR kind of freezing but it’s cold) and this sounds just like what I need, a cocoon. I love the image of knees behind knees.
Wow to the poems! Wow to YOU STB! 🙂
Aren’t these writers creative?
Sink in:
Comforter
Warm mug
Fuzzy socks
Silly TV–
Home.
Ha! Love the silly TV line which leads to home.
Thanks for playing.
Beach House
Ocean breeze
floating through porch screens
iced tea on table
time–for rest on familiar chaise longue
pillows just right
books nearby
writing muse calling
settling in
restful hour
transported away
serenaded by gulls
and sea songs.
Summer luxury.
Re: Beach House
Forgot to sign my name. Sorry! Becky Loescher
Re: Beach House
Lovely poem, Becky, especially right now when it is oh so cold everywhere and we have dreams of summer, dancing in our heads. Love the image of porch screens which took me back to my childhood.
Thanks for playing.
COMFORT
We press the cool sponge
to your forehead,
smooth your brow,
clasp your hand.
But the most comfort
we give you
is when we say
soft as a breath
yes
yes
you can go now.
Oh Mary, right to my heart. I knew where you were going with this after the first two lines but still, the release of the last line brought tears to my eyes.
Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you, Susan. I got carried away in the moment and strayed from the “list” element. But the “carried away” is what I like. Your prompts are helping me to loosen up my poetry muscles. Thank you!
I’m glad the prompts are helping you to loosen up. That’s the whole idea…the prompt just puts a nickel in the machine to wind things up. Then we wait to see what happens.
One box of tissues, almost empty.
One wastebasket, almost full of dirty tissues.
Orange juice, Zinc and garlic
Breakfast of cold chasing champions
Fire in the fireplace
pillows on the couch
soft blankets
mind-numbing television
three more sneezes
before I fall asleep
comfort
in my dreams
Oh, the misery and the comforts, side by side! I like this one, Susan. Thanks again for hosting us– it’s fun!
Many pieces to this puzzle
Still haven’t found them all
Don’t know that I ever will
Where do we all fit
Like pieces of the puzzle
Facing life’s challenges
As they come one by one
One day at a time sometimes
That’s all that can be done
Like pieces of the puzzle
Will we find all the pieces?
Will we reach our goals?
These are questions to which
We may never find answers
Like pieces of the puzzle
The puzzle of life.
– Anne McKenna