The Versesmith

  Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 333 Ronovan Writes   words: life and view   The mountain is gone Only a fog bank in view Still, life continues   A neighbor cut down The paper birch in his yard A gash to my heart   Life continues on Amid missing trees, mountains Does no one notice?   ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 The Sunday Muse #135 photo prompt  Image by Justin Dingwall   https://www.justindingwall.com/incurious#1 Lamb for lunch Mutton to munch Baa-Baa at brunch Carpals to crunch Partake of the punch Blessings a bunch I have a hunch this guest's not hungry   ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved  

Writers' Pantry #47    The roses died Upon the stem As autumn blew his breath   They learned too late The wise advice Don’t bloom  or it means death         ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

 Three Things Challenge # 423 Today's words: once, bottom, missed Once I reached the top I missed life at the bottom It was much more fun   ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

Weekly Writing Prompt #293 from http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2020/11/whirligig-293.html  Prompt words in red. photo by me, taken 9-2019 Remember The Beatles song about a tangerine sky?   Or maybe it was marmalade.   It doesn’t matter; they’re practically the same thing.   I’m sticking with tangerines, I don’t like marmalade.   The sky probably looked just like this one.   I remember how I listened to that album too many times to count.   And the movie?   Don’t get me started.   Sure, that was longer ago than I’d care to admit, and I’d be grateful if you didn’t ask how long!   I’ll tell you, that Blue Meanie was definitely psychotic.   What? I'm just saying.  I don't mean anything by it, some of my best friends are psychotic! Hey!   If you aren’t too tired , let’s go stream Yellow Submarine!   I’ll bet I’m right about the tangerine sky!   Time’s ticking !   Wait... let me finish this last sip ...

 Weekly Scribblings #46 Poets and Storytellers United Oh, dear...   I really meant to write more of an upbeat holiday poem, but it took a different turn and wouldn't come back.  Words do that.  Still, the narrator is remembering happy times, so there is that. Image by StockSnap from Pixabay The shifting   of the Yule log breaks the silence of the room, recalls me to the past, the last Christmas spent with you.   Uninvited memories I should have locked away, spark and reignite emotions, fan the flames within my heart.   Snowy walks together hand in gloved clad hand, we puffed frozen fire, breath of the Ice Dragons.   Eyelashes frosted, noses numb, we returned laughing to the house to sit before this once warm hearth to plan our bright New Year…   …which never came for you. I sit alone before the embers now, searching for remembrance in the coals, until I fall into a restless slumber.   I wou...