blue skies
green grass
wispy clouds
the land of my ancestors
belongs to the earth
we are just the caretakers
now we have
hazy grey smog
concrete jungles
and smoke signals
we must protect
the water, soil, and air
we must protect our future
©2016 Proximanova
Quadrille prompt: This week’s dVerse prompt is to write a poem on our blogs in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words is cloud(s). Visit dVerse and get inspired by the other poets.
She writhed wildly on the ground.
A thunderous clap echoed.
A chasm split her open
and her resolve burst asunder.
She was no longer whole.
Suffering and sorrow spewed forth
as tears pooled where her cheek
met the earth.
Blinding light called her home.
©2016 Proximanova
#Quadrille, my new favorite poetry format.
I clung to her.
My arms lashed
tensely around her waist,
like I might lift off
and be swept away
when the wind blows.
Carried away like
so many leaves
off into the sky…
I might turn into
nothing more
than a faded memory.
©2016 Proximanova
Photo ©Dawn Chance
Quadrille prompt: This week’s dVerse prompt is to write a poem on our blogs in exactly 44 words (excluding title) where at least one of the words is leaves. Visit and get inspired by the other poets.
“It’s always
the fine print
that hurts the most.”
she said.
Salt and silence
fall softly like
leaves to the page.
She cannot bear
to look away
even though
the ink betrays her.
Budding promises
stomped out
before she had time
to savor them.
©2016 Proximanova
This poem is dedicated to my darling daughter Raven whose love and affection for books rivals any put to pen and paper. ♥
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