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| The Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau (1897) |
untamed
gypsy spirit
thirsty for new life songs
sleeping beneath the desert moon
dreaming
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Hosted by Grace - who offers an optional challenge
1. Use the image above as a muse for your poem. Write an ekphrastic poem.
2. Or use the title of the image as a title or part of your poem: The Sleeping Gypsy
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form - cinquain
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Seeing through the windshield of change
sunlight seems to have lost its shine
a world where stories are rearranged
our direction seems hard to define
sunlight seems to have lost its shine
beyond the haze lies the mountain range
our directions seem hard to define
dreams of tomorrow now feel strange
slowly shifting gears ready for the climb
beyond the haze lies the mountain range
colorful trees their whispers sublime
dreams of tomorrow now feel strange
beyond the haze lies the mountain range
a world where stories are rearranged
dreams of tomorrow now feel strange
seeing through the windshield of change
written for What's Going On? Through the Windshield
hosted by Mary
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The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes bring with it a sense of unease in the city. There is an air quality alert for vulnerable people. I notice a lone tree and contemplate its ability to withstand change. Surely, its roots are strong.
Summer’s sunlight seems to disappear earlier these days as the hickory and ash trees transition from green to a mustard hue. Soon the clocks will fall back. I feel the need to travel up into the mountains where the air is crisp and clear.
Perhaps, a higher perspective is needed to reset my balance as the season shifts and ease my wandering mind.
written for dVerse - Prosery hosted by Bjorn
For this prompt we must incorporate the following line in a piece of prosery.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
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I didn’t sleep much last night
my mind kept wandering as
it sometimes does
drifting in and out of dreams
to places I’ve been and some
not yet seen
the streetlight seems to be
brighter and I curse the light
and pray for sleep
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writing a 44 word quadrille incorporating
the word "much" hosted by De
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mirror
shattering dreams
a time of reflection
mascara running down my cheek
crying
linking with What's Going On? Mirror(s)
form - Cinquain
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Stardust
speckles of light
pieces of you and me
vibrating into the heavens
our song
written for dVerse Cinquain - Hosted by Bjorn
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The world is in a bit of a rift
as society and morals shift
how far will our thoughts drift
why can’t we just co-exist
pondering the work of a surrealist
in the garden a snake hissed
perhaps, dark clouds will lift
at least that is what I wish
written for What's Going On? Rift
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| Natural Bridge State Park |
Through the eye of time
we once danced beyond the clouds
my thoughts drift to you