After Geoff Le Pard‘s wonderful prose from my picture promt (https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2015/02/16/monday-motivationsprepare-to-be-inspired/), I thought I’d set you a visual challenge this week. If the following image inspires a poem, story or a non-fiction piece, I’d love to see it:
Here are last week’s brilliant rhyming poems:
Keith Channing says he doesn’t usually write poetry, but on the evidence of this, he should certainly write some more. I’m sure you’ll agree:
Three Times
Three times I ascended that bluff.
Three times. But it wasn’t enough.
Three times in an hour
From basement to tower.
I tried not to cower
When I came to the bower
And sensed the great power
Of the rare orchid’s flower.
Three times.
Three times the old man I espied.
Three times. But he still nearly died.
Three times in a week.
As he started to speak
My interest he’d pique
Then descend to a squeak
As his magic he’d wreak
And I knew I was weak.
Three times.
Three times I passed under the waves
Three times to those long-buried caves.
Three times in a year
I faced up to my fear,
Stared into the sphere,
Till the picture came clear,
And the face did appear
Of my late father dear.
Three times.
Morgan Reed has sent in a fantatsic quartet of poems:
Silent Pain
Reading was an escape Into a world of dreams.
A way to run from life
To hide from all the screams.
Too many nights spent hiding
From the fighting and the tears.
Blood and shadows, shouting
Dancing dreams and all fears.
Darkness closes in, stifling
No solace to be found.
A happy home, a farce
Pain is a silent sound.
Frozen Fear
Those icy fingers of fear consume
And fill my soul with doom
Anytime a person comes close
I remember how I froze.
The things that he did to me
And how he ignored my plea
As his hands closed around my throat
Hope was all that kept me afloat.
Each and every slap broke me down
And left me in a sea of tears to drown
Rivulets of blood ran down my leg
The sting of shame from having to beg.
Ignoring my cries, he still had his way
Fear for my life, cause enough to pray
That moment will always stay with me
And a future alone is all I can see.
Silent Whispers
Whispers of the past echo through her,
Fading memories of things that were.
She bites her tongue, wanting to scream,
Hiding in an endless daydream.
Reality is too hard to swallow,
Her soul broken, ever more hollow.
Feeling empty, losing her mind,
Nowhere to run, no help to find.
She longs for her sadness to fade,
And no longer to be afraid.
Clinging to hope like early frost,
To be found and no longer lost.
Fragile Heart
She rides the stars and dances upon moonlight,
Searching in vain for love and hope in dreams.
Darkness creeps in, stealing the warm sunlight,
Shadows embrace and love is lost forever.
Nightmares overwhelm and fear, her heart hardens,
Romance and love have long been forgotten.
She breathes lies till there are no more pardons,
Till no solace or light is to be found.
Fleeting glimpses of what she could have been,
Leave her feeling empty, alone, broken.
A life once lived, lost, and again unseen,
Fragile pieces of the shell she’s become.
King of rhyming poetry, Jason Moody didn’t let me down:
When I’m writing for fun, or writing at all
There’s one thing that I must remember
Grammar is tight, and spelling is write
Or the whole thing starts to dismember
Now I’m no Shakespeare, I’m a novice you see
So forgive me, if my sentences drone
It’s a long long road of learning you see
And this craft I am trying to hone
But in the end it’s all rather fun
To simply let my mind wander
To conceive new worlds and gentle folk
To discover what marvels lie yonder
Jasdeep Kaur sent in a beautiful poem for Valentine’s:
Valentine’s Gift
Bouquets of red roses
the heart melting proposes
overwhelming love cards
poetic expressions of bards
burning desire of proximity
the air’s sizzling in the city.
Valentine is the time
to say, ‘You’re mine’.
and look into the eyes,
where all hatred dies,
which always want to see
your face glowing with glee.
Hold the hand and share
the love, admiration and care
that brought you so near
and wiped off all fear,
and submerge in the embrace
that effaces time and space.
Esther Chilton 
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