Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.
Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.
On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.
Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily.
Thank you and have fun!
David
PS: The word for December is BLUE.
Here is my blue poem:
sometimes clouds are blue
and march: military might
strut across the sky!
for the image and song, please go to:
https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2019/12/03/when-clouds-march/
Jeanne P
So Beautiful. The ability to put the words, painting and the song together is wonderful. Thanks for this treat.
Beautiful, Jeanne.
Blueberry Blues
Blueberry
True berry
Dark “I love you” berry
Yummy in pancakes
Muffins or pie
I’ve eaten you ‘til
My tum’s had its fill
But when I look in the mirror
My smile makes me cry.
© Karen Eastlund
Karen E
YUM Blueberries.
Oh, those delicious blues! Well done, Karen.
Here’s my poem for “Blue”
“Blue”
by VICTOR RAMON MOJICA
When feeling blue
Don’t sit and stew
Don’t think of quitting
Don’t have misgivings
That is life
Beating strife
For every climb
You will shine.
Victor, this is great advice.
Thank you!!! I like to help beside entertain!
I Come From
By Linda Boyden ©2019
I come from laughter
from the man who never
abandoned the boy within,
always quick with
jokes or pranks;
whose strong shoulders
carried the weight of my tears,
whose songs helped us
through the lean times.
I come from his strength,
the strength he gleaned
from his Blue Ridge mountains,
sweet watermelon days
and firefly evenings,
from sweet tea, cornbread,
and guitar picking
on the front porch,
a Tennessee serenade.
Linda: You’ve painted quite a lovely picture of your dad. He sounds like a good dad. Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you, Karen, he was one of the best.
Thanks so much, Karen. He was a wonderful father.
Linda B
I like where you came from. Great way to show your love for your Dad.
Thanks, Janet.
So very beautiful Linda. I can see the mountains and hear the music.
Thank you, after he and Mom married they moved to MA. but he always yearned for his TN. mountains.
Victor:
short and sweet
Blue is the color of the sky,
the color of my eyes,
and sometimes the color of my heart.
Oh, Veda, this is so evocative. Just lovely.
Veda B J
Beautiful. May your heart not be blue very often.
Emotional Blue
© Mary Nida Smith
Blue is a happy color
Sky blue, sunshine clear
Ocean blue and calm.
Blue can be a feeling
Sudden broken heart
When lovers part.
Mary N S
Lovely.
Like how you showed the many aspects of Blue!
I’m on a roll with blue. Here’s #2: https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2019/12/11/blue/
Blue, True
You used to swallow a glob of it when you were sick,
under the tub faucet, because the taste was so awful.
Vick’s vapo-rub blue.
You learned survival,
how to catch, cook and eat snake.
Your Sea Scout blues.
Your navy bell bottoms, tunic –
I could wear them for a time,
but never filled them.
Your Navy Blues
The smooth cobalt jar, metal lid
swishing like the distant tide,
the cool white creme on your face.
Noxzema, morning blue..
There were the blueberries we picked at Memere’s,
popping them into our mouths,
saving some for pie.
Tasty blue.
The Dodge station wagon, Powder
The Ford Mustang, Metallic
The Dodge Volare, Big Sky called out before it got to any corner
Blue on a roll.
Then there was the wild yonder,
where you went so very often,
served your country, flew me to freedom,
brought me in safe
out of the wild blue.
All testaments to who you were,
True …
by Linda Trott Dickman
Linda: You really brought me back with reminders of Vicks Vapo-rub and Noxzema. I can almost smell (taste?) them now! Thanks!
So many shared memories within this one: the Vicks, the car colors, and Memere! My Mom was also Memere to my children!
Adirondack Blue Seasons
Flowers in colorful hues
Yellows, violets, pinks, blues
Now, spring has arrived.
Children bring bouquets
Yellow dandelions, royal violets
Hope springs eternal.
Clear blue: sky and lake
My paddle slices through water
That is smooth as glass.
Birds sing. Loons call,
Moonlight reflects in cerulean water,
Peace reigns supreme.
Blue water mirrors
Dying foliage, bright and crisp
Against an azure sky.
Steady rain drips sadness
Singing sorrowful stillness
Gray November gloom.
November day
Chill, damp, dark, dreary gray
Hearts turn blue.
Cold, crisp, cobalt blue sky
Frames green and white arches
As my skis glide by.
Sledding we will go,
Angels playing in the snow,
Sing, Joy to the world!
© Yvona Fast
This makes me want to paddle out into the lake and listen for loons. I know it’s the wrong season for that, but … I can dream of next summer. Thanks so much.
This is a pure delight!
OK I also couldn’t stop with just one… Karen Eastman you inspired me to think of berries… and berries mean summer… so here goes another one:
Winter or summer
clear, azure, dotted with white
Adirondack sky.
On a summer day
Cool water, peaks of green forest
Swim in sapphire.
Indigo berries
so yummy in my tummy,
muffins, pancakes, pie.
© Yvona Fast
Yvona: Thanks, Yvona. Also thanks for reminding me of that Adirondack sky. One of my favorite places. Aahhhhh.
I’m so blessed to live here.
Sounds idyllic any time of the year. I am ‘beaming’ myself there for some R&R before the holiday rush. Thank you, Yvona.
OUT OF THE BLUE
by Cory Corrado ©
…………..
SILENCE i-n-t-e-r-r-u-p-t-e-d
piercing shrieks shrill the air
l o n g distance
‘jay’s call
Cory… I love this… “our of the blue” indeed! Very clever. Those jays are always yelling “thief, thief, thief!”
and one more … anyone guess whose POV this is written from?
Blue, white, clear, crisp, bright.
Cerulean sky, white fluff…
Where’s my summer door?
Yvona, I can vividly picture your inviting image. i wonder . . ., could it be from the ‘clouds’ POV?
That would be interesting … writing that from the clouds’ point of view. It is my cat, looking out the back door as i hold it open, wanting the door into summer…
Thank you, Yvona. I can see clearly now.
I shall commune with the clouds and see what we can come up with.
Sounds idyllic any time of the year. I am ‘beaming’ myself there for some R&R before the holiday rush. Thank you, Yvona.
Blue Stocking
Virginia Lowe
I am the last of my species
Left without tertiary education
“We can’t afford to send two to uni”
(though my brother was five years younger)
“He’ll have to support a wife and children”
But I knew really
it was the blue stocking effect
“Who’d want to marry
a girl with her head in a book
all the time?”
I did find someone
or he found me
A fellow librarian
All he wanted was a girl
with her head buried in a book
who wanted to study, too
He even made passes
at a girl wearing glasses
Try to explain Blue Stocking
to a Millennium
Complete lack of understanding
A species fortunately extinct
left behind by evolution
But with a doctorate in hand
a mature student, lecturer too
© Virginia Lowe
BLUE STREAK
Hair dyed red with a streak of blue.
The sort of thing punk rockers do,
Not something I’d expect of you.
I wonder what possessed you to.
You say it’s time for pastures new.
But, Mother, you are ninety-two!
Bryn Strudwick
I’m almost 81 (Feb 11) and I am doing things my kids are astonished by. You go girl. Bryn, leave Mama alone! The poem is hilarious.l
From time to time I think that when my hair goes pure white I might try fuchsia. I mean, at that point, why not??? Mom may no longer be capable of all the crazy things she can think of, but this one is easy. She can watch for the surprised look on everyone’s faces.