Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #29.
Our inspiration word is “strength”.
This is my ABA Mirror Cinquain.
Tag: Strength
Walk On
Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #28.
Our inspiration word is “survive”.
This is my mirror cinquain.
RDP Wednesday: regal
Today at RDP, sgeoil asks us
to get creative with the word
‘regal’. Here’s my take.
Start Again
Our gracious host, Rochelle, encourages us
to be creative by writing a story in 100 words
or less using the photo prompt below. This is
Friday Fictioneers. Here’s where the photo took me.
The Shells
Written for Fandango’s Flashback Friday
– August 1st. Fandango asks us to share something
from the past written on this date. Here’s one from 2022.
Against The Odds
Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt 9.
Our inspiration word is “brave”.
Here’s where my thoughts went.
Making The Climb: An Ovi
Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge #96.
This week’s inspiration word is
“strength”. Keeping with the year’s
theme of positivity, this is my Ovi.
Of Brighter Days
Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge #92.
This week’s inspiration word is
“bridge”. Keeping with the year’s
theme of positivity, this is my Ovi.
Center Of Attention: An Ovi
Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge #87.
This week’s inspiration word is
“focus”. Keeping with this year’s
theme of positivity, this is my Ovi.
THE SHELLS
The poem below is the second one I wrote for the book “Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women”. There were many submissions for the book, which became a #1 bestseller on Amazon in just one day; I consider myself very fortunate to have been among those selected to appear in this important and timely anthology of the challenges and adversities women face and how they overcome them. I hope you enjoy my poem “The Shells”.
Shells scattered along the shore
Some glittering in the golden sunlight
Lapis lazuli kisses of blue and green upon the water
So wondrous in their radiant beauty
Delicate as the blossoms of a dewy lilac tree
Day and night the waves wash over the shells
Yet they retain their brilliant resilience
Trodden upon by eyes bewitched by shooting stars
In the blackness of the night
Some are picked up and tossed into the sea
Only to return upon the next wave
Those trampled into the sand do not sink
They are not swallowed up by the sea
Nor do they disappear
For as fragile and tenuous as they may appear
They stand the eternal test of time
Ever rising as an Easter Morn
For they are the She Shells
They are women
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