“Playing for the Win”… and other responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt
Here today are the responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt, No Baloney Sandwiches about being true to self, November 29. That’s something with which everyone struggles. After all, first we have to discover who we are. Each of these poems is moving in its own way.
Welcome and thanks to Short-Prose-Fiction, new to our pages, and many thanks to these talents: bogpan, Sonja Bensking Mesher, Gary W. Bowers, Ginny Brannan, Paul Brookes, Kakali Das Ghosh and our old friend, Lady Nimue. Enjoy! … and please join us tomorrow for the next prompt. All are invited to take part: beginning poet, emerging and pro. This is about exercising your imagination and your writing muscle and getting to know other poets.
*Fated to Love*
Destiny thought I was born under the brightest star
Thought I would conquer worlds from near or afar
But he miscalculated by one grade
And fated me to love you till the end.
© 2017, Short-Prose-Fiction (Short Prose, Fiction, Poetry)
SHORT-PROSE-FICTION: “I am a published author, and an academic. However, here I am just a humble blogger, a voice among billions of others. None of my friends or acquaintances know that I created this blog. Every post that I write is for you. I do not seek accolades. All I seek is to touch your hearts.”
I am passing by at dusk
in a white shirt.
I am looking sidelong
in the boiled soil
the growth so wild
of yellow flowers.
I do not know
what Evil is
(“Flowers of Evil” –
how did you guess which ones they were?
Oh, Baudelaire!) .
I do not know,
what Good is
(in His name
I swear) .
And I am passing on again so distant,
again in a white shirt…
In an endless sorrow.
© 2017, bogpan (bogpan – блог за авторска поезия)
I just found out about Bozhidar Pangelov’s (bogpan) collection, A Feather of Fujiyama (2013, Hammer & Anvil Books), which is illustrated by his daughter and available on Amazon in a bilingual English/ Bulgarian. All proceeds from the sale of this collection go to the Bulgarian Integrated Education Foundation, working to improve the lives of children and youth with special health and educational needs (including mild Down syndrome, autism / autistic spectrum, cerebral palsy, language-speech disorders, and hyperactivity) and their families.
Bozhidar “has been present among contemporary Bulgarian poets for some time, a long time. He is a poet who manages to disorder the order of the usual in order to breach a material world for a more human world of ideas and feelings. Using dramatic tensions within the poetic and semantic, Pangelov’s spare yet verdant imagery evokes the sound of bamboo sticks and Zen Buddhist monks, poem after poem.
Writer and poet Palmi Ranchev says, ‘Pangelov will enrich the palette of world poetry with new colors and nuances.’
“With a light melancholy of something desired but not known to the end, forgotten but endlessly close, no lover of international verse will go unmoved by Bozhidar Pangelov’s A FEATHER OF FUJIYAMA.”
his pockets are lumpy. heavy. marbles
and a little money, a golf pencil,
bent feathers, string,
something for luck, something
metal lying on a canal bank,
and much more
he cannot remember
fifty-eight years later.
what he does remember
is emptying those pockets,
marveling at the quantity
and variety of that boystuff,
and gloating over it.
some went into a drawer of treasure,
some got thrown out,
some got spent,
and one thing was held up to the light
and found miraculous.
remembering, the man
looks at the surface of his drawing table,
so cluttered, so discoverable,
and knows the boy
© 2017, Gary W. Bowers (One With Clay, Image and Test)
. admission of guilt .
perhaps it was the weakness,
brought on with aspic jelly,
perhaps the truthfulness
that lives inside me.
i admitted it was me, and in
the confusion babbled and fought
embarassment. it is truthful
and honest work i do each day,
yet i am discovered now.
secrets will come out, lies will catch
you some day, they do say.
he was a nice man, who explained,
who takes photographs. I will leave
© 2017, Sonja Benskin Mesher
Kudos to Sonja. Her artwork has been getting featured, awarded and displayed so much I can’t keep track. Check out her visual art:
- Sonja Benskin Mesher, RCA paintings (This is her Facebook page, so you can connect with her there as well as view photographs of her colorful paintings.)
- Sonjia on Twitter
- Sonjia’s daily blog (WordPress) is HERE.
Tow their own barra.
Have no truck wi anyone elses.
Not beholden to no one.
Learnt early only themsens
Is reliable, can be trusted.
If they ever do ought for free
It’s allus for themsens.
Keep their own counsel.
Quiet as a muffler with a flat cap on it.
© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)
Paul’s newest collection, She Needs That Edge, isn’t out yet. We’ll announce when it is. Meanwhile this is the cover design:
#The Little Insane Atin#
Tramping the earthen road in a rainy morning
through the brimming field
walked the little insane Atin
Kissing a puzzled infant snake in a rainy morning
In the brimming field
smiled the saviour little insane Atin
Reposing the baby snake on his lap
fetching it to home
cherished it the little insane Atin
Being a snake rescuer
With painted snake tattoos over the whole body
grew up the little insane Atin
Making abode in the snake kingdom with hissing sounds
playing with snakes
rejoiced the little insane Atin
Abiding in a world beyond our sense
trampling an way isolated
could love selflessly
the little insane Atin
© 2017, Kakali Das Ghosh
The Void Now Left
Some years back,
I packed a part (major one) of me;
The void now left
To fill with whatever flowed.
Some years since,
I let distances grow between
parts I missed and the ones new;
The mirror mocked,”is that really you?”
Some months past,
The bells rang loud and clear
I sacrificed my self and peace some,
To chase the dreams of someone else.
Went back searching what was locked away,
The yellowed photos,the dusty hopes,
Fixed them,framed them,gave new light
And yet the person I seeked, refused to step out.
Neither here, nor there I feel
Yet I like this person – mix of old and new;
Maybe this is how it has to ideally be,
Or perhaps I the transition is our true being.
© 2017, Lady Nimue (Prats Corner, Pages of my mind: collecting words, experiences and memories …)
Playing for the Win
I’ve never been good at playing games—
I can’t bluff to save my life
all that I feel is written across my face,
so cards are out.
And chess would not be my forte;
I barely have the ability to see one move ahead
much less twelve to the win.
Monopoly, like poker, and chess,
requires certain skills,
none of which I possess.
No, my life is more like Snakes and Ladders
a mix of skill and chance, good and bad,
of climbing and slipping back again.
How many times have I ended up where I’ve begun
—falling back to square one?
I can only hope when the game is complete
that the good will outweigh the bad
that I will find the salvation that awaits
those who persist.
© 2017, Ginny Brannan (Inside Out Poetry, From the inside-out, the inner poet escapes, needing to express …)
Ginny Brannon’s poetry has been included in four anthologies: Poetry as a Spritual Practice: Illuminating the Awakened Woman; Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women’s Poetry; Journey of the Heart: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry by Women; and, The dVerse Anthology: Voices of Contemporary World Poetry.
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