Weekly Wikems. Time.

Hello, everyone,

hope all's well with you.

It's Thursday, feel like writing a wikem?

June is drawing to a close. Hard to believe, but true. Should we talk the fleeting time?

I want to honor my special friends today. My three loyal companions on the wikems journey. It would have been pretty lonely without you.

Thank you for sharing a bit of the fourth dimension with me.

"Time is often referred to as the fourth dimension." (Wikipedia)


Her gems is casting Jules,
the small verse glistens. Rose
is blooming, Janet Ruth,

the faithful Janet Ruth,
her magic's weaving. Jules,
the storyteller; Rose,

the prideful momma Rose,
the rhyme queen - Janet Ruth.
"Words are like jewels," says Jules.

Gems - Janet Ruth, Jules, Rose.

  

I'm putting wikems on hold for the time being.

We are half way through the year. If you've been with me since prompt one, you've written a chapbook's worth of wiki poems!

I'm not going anywhere, though. Thank you again for being here, in this cyberspace.


Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

P.S. I hope you'll write and share a 'time wikem' :-)

P.P.S. Green thumbs, could you tell me the name of the flower in the pic I posted, please? (Something I have in my garden, don't know what it is.)

'Lonely'

Another take on the Tritina (a Poetry Form challenge from Poetic Asides.)

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/silhouetted-birds-in-tree-at-dusk-rebekah-mancino.html

‘Lonely’

Her shadow getting long,

The sunset nears, the night-

Fall follows shortly, carrying whispers

Of those ancient songs and other whispers,

Of times forever gone, and long

Forgotten, but waking every night

To teach their sorrow to night-

Ingales until the break of morning, when whispers

Die, and so does the long-

Ing.  For now her long night whispers.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

'Three Sisters'

A response to a writing challenge from Poetic Asides: Poetry Form - TheTritina.

 

‘Three Sisters’

It’s hard to keep the faith

With chances slim, and hope –

A dying candle.  Love

Is what sustains us.  Love,

Awakening the faith,

Life breathing into hope.

Soon burning flames of hope

Will join the fiery love,

And set alight the faith.

Three sisters: Faith, Hope, Love.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur