“A Weather Bouquet” and other responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt


Here are the inspired responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt, July 26, 2017, orange fires at daybreak. I know you’ll enjoy this collection featuring the work of poets: Gary Bowers, Renee Espiriu, Sonja Benskin Mesher and Paul Brookes.


A Weather Bouquet

Sunny days and dispositions,
Cloudy shower-stalls and skies,
Rainy reigns and piled munitions–
These make heartleaps, sadness, sighs.

Eddies, tiny or galactic,
Swirl our joy and fear and grief–
Posit: hailstorm prophylactic:
Yields some hail to the Chief.

© 2017, Gary W. Bowers (One with Clay)


. the weather man .

i said it were a lovely day, i did not mean the weather.

i talk about the feeling, the mood that did not change, all day,

little tasks that please. planting chives in treacle tins, ironing pyjama pants,

and cotton handkerchiefs.

he warned me the rain would come, and when it did

heavy, we tucked in tight here, enjoyed the darker

green.

soon, the rain will stop.

© 2017, Sonja Benskin Mesher (Sonja Benskin Mesher, R.C.A.)

. weather man .

knows the wind will change,

the birds will fly.

while i know nothing.

©2017, Sonja Benskin Mesher (Sonja Benskin Mesher, R.C.A.)


The Divorce of Heaven And Hell

The excess of roads leads to the wisdom of palaces.
The wrath of tigers are wiser than the instruction of horses.

Multi gendered I hang wet washing
on the horse nebula. Iron 3d to 2d.

I have domestics with myself.
Air turns blue and galaxy neighbours
hear my gusty rant and rain rave

Bang on thin wall between
dimensions. Our star children

weep beneath my screams. Remind
myself never to drink and argue again.

Tell my other half it needs to pull
its weight. I can’t be aware of all

that happens or needs doing.
Neighbours are different sides to me.

Our star children turn from
wild blue things to yellow average kids
to red in the face before their fire dies.

I must stop falling out with myself,
as it is always me deals with the fallout.

I multi task a weather of constellations. I cope.
I’m multi versed. Too many different sides.

© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow)

As Billpayer

Universe looks at the upkeep
of stars and planets,

heating and lighting costs,
orbital maintenance,

monitor of natural entropy
scratches its head, goes for a walk,

amongst birth and death, waits
for unexpected comet of a solution.

Tighten Orion’s Belt, slow down growth,
non interference, allow the inevitable.

Cosmic gusts are harsher in austerity.
It must calm the arrival of storms.

© 2017, Paul Brookes (Wombwell Rainbow)

The Lost Sock

The universe tries to find a lost sock.
Life is unbalanced with only one.

It is awkward over tiles, one foot cold,
the other warm, as if half in, half out the house.

Or in front of a fire, a part of you blisters,
a part freezes, a summer one side, winter the other.

How does one sock get lost in the wash?
Is it rammelled up in bedsheets?

No one else to blame when your not a multiverse.
Universe looks after itself in a bedsit of stars.

© 2017, Paul Brookes (Wombwell Rainbow)


Capricious Magician

Unpredictable
in ‘nature’ is she
dropping hints
with sun rays
peaking out
between
clouds

apparitions held
as fading shadows
become
cloudy
mirrors

and the next moment
a downpour of
rain filling gutters
a deluge
down
drain
spouts

a disappearing act
slight of hand
the earth drying
cracks in
hardened
clay

a capricious magician
prone to laughter
a comic relief
dancing
across a stage
of her own
making

© 2017 Renee Espriu (Renee Just Turtle Flight and Haibun, ART & Haiku)


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