Hope for a Legacy

I am combining a couple of prompts.  At d’Verse Poets, the challenge is to write a quadrille (44 word poem) using the word drizzle.  At Real Toads, Margaret has challenged us to create a poem from a list of words that we generated from a photo.  Then use a thesaurus to find more interesting words.

Wistful regret at the loss of our paladin;
the grassland guardian lies buried
beneath a cadaverous moon, as
penitence drizzles down my cheek.
Eventide brings sanguine possibilities–
seedtime comfort grows within the womb.
The genesis of a cria, clemency
arrives, a newborn living legacy.

Llenny, my guard llama that I lost in February

Maybeline (and my other lady llama, Odie) might be carrying Llenny’s crias.

Rose-Colored Glasses

The challenge for d’Verse Poets is to write a poem inspired by or including a quote.  I’ve chosen one of my favorites as inspiration.

“Blessed are the weird people, poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters and troubadours for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”  -Jacob Nordby

wine

Looking at turnip clouds
through rose-colored glasses
turns them to red hot radishes.
Pink grapefruit sun smiles
as we ants walk single file
through life’s daily grindstone,
waiting our turns to be
squashed like little bugs
between rough sandstone disk
and boss man’s Roman nose.
in the evening, no choice but
embrace my inner Sisyphus
with a glass of bitter ale
transformed into rose-colored wine.

Silver

For G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.  It’s not really much of a story, but it’s where my mind wandered today.

pentacle

beautiful beginnings
silver waves
pulsing,
pulsing,
pulsing
through my veins
reveal messages of
divine feminine spirit.
Twirling.
Twirling.
Twirling.
Inspiring intuition,
trusting goddess
within my heart,
within my being.
Wisdom reflected:
my own face her
mirroring grace,
calm nature,
loving…
loving…
loving…
life and spirit
connected, complete;
satisfied with all
before timely
dying
dying
dying