#18 Another 17 syllabler

I'm really not feeling the poetry flowing this year.  Here's another haiku, quick and neat, to catch up yet again.

the sun sets glowing
as rays recede, the hearth cools
spring warmth is now here

#19 - A Landay

From today's prompt:  And for today’s prompt (optional, as always!), I’d like to challenge you to write a landay. Landays are 22-syllable couplets, generally rhyming. The form comes from Afghanistan, where women often use it in verses that range from the sly and humorous to the deeply sardonic and melancholy. 

In breeze her spirit, haunting, withdraws
Time stands still where last she gave in to her tragic flaw

#17 - Nine Minutes

I can slowly wash my hair

Lather, rinse, repeat

With nine minutes

I can boil an egg and enjoy

Toast or cream of wheat

With nine minutes

I can change a diaper, fix my hair,

Wake the kids and get them to their feet

With nine minutes

I can make myself a lunch

And lunches for the kids to eat

With nine minutes

I can check my email, zip off a note

Sip slowly, a caffeinated treat

With nine minutes

Scrape the frost off of my car

Drive slowly down the street

With nine minutes

Our mornings could be brilliant

Organized, efficient, sweet

With nine minutes

When the alarm goes off at seven

And jolts me to my feet

I press the oh so tempting snooze

And morning, once again, you have me beat!

Nine minutes.

Eighteen minutes.

Twenty-seven minutes

A terzanelle (from the prompt)

To Do

What does it take to be free?
Free of the bonds of the mind
The voices that call out to me

A constant barrage of the kind
Drive out thoughts continous
Free of the bonds of the mind

A mental list, completion a must
The guilt when one tries to be bold
Drive out thoughts continous

Stories can't be left untold
Tasks can't be left undone
The guilt when one tries to be bold

No time to relax, no time for fun
And sensing continuous drain,
Tasks can't be left undone

I can't tune them out, they remain
The voices that call out to me
And sensing continuous drain,
The voices that call out to me

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#15 - I was going to write a sapphic... but... what the hell, Google?

This day, I was going to write a sapphic,
Somewhat late, it's the prompt for day eleven
But when typed sapphic into my search engine
I became confused.


Sapphic, a poem with a strict syllable count,
Eleven, eleven, eleven and five
And an even stricter rhythm of which I
Cannot get the hang


Instead, apparently, sapphic pertains to
The art of love, l'amour, sexuality,
Between a woman, and her sensual lover,
Love between women.


So now I'm confused as to how this poem style,
Has come to be eroticized, and I can't
Write, too distracted am I imagining
The lesbian sex.



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#14 A Limerick

There once was a mother of four,
Who's life was anything but a bore,
With constant background noise,
Drowning in books and toys,
When did relaxing become such a chore?



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#13 A Haiku (yup, still playing catch up)

A Haiku


Sunset glowing gold
Arches into fiery red
Fading to black



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