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The Spirit of Music Plays On

Piano Image by MartyNZ on Pixabay

The Spirit of Music Plays On

As I look at the tan shaded keys of the piano

Crackled dingey and peeling

Melodies are now memories

Of the time when elegance was about tea and piano time

When we all dressed proper and sang deep from the soul

Just as when we faced the hurricanes

We gathered at the farm

Secured the property

Gathered by the waiting piano

Until the master touched the keys

And all worries of wind and rain

Were belted out to calm the storms

And we survived

Our dear piano survived

Always leaving us with peace

Each day was another day of hope

Ballads and nursery tunes alike

Grew the spirit

Another moment to survive

Another moment to love

And as we faced the pandemic

The old soul piano was still there with us

Some have passed on

But the music remained

It comforted us as we once again gathered

And realized that all the riches of the world

Could not do more than the riches of knowing

We had each other

We still had music

We still had soul

Looking at the old piano

Abandoned by time and loss

I leave a yellow rose of joy

For time has leant more than anything else

And I am grateful for the song

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What Inspires You – National Poetry Month April 7 2020

Piano Image by Martyn Cook from Pixabay

Today’s prompt is what is known as an Ekphrastic prompt where an image is used as inspiration for a poem. Taking a look at the above photo what thoughts come to mind?

You may also like to check out Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides prompt or NaPoWriMo.

If you like ekphrastic poetry you might want to check out this site: ekphrastic.net

Feel free to share in the comments or tag if you would like to share what you wrote.

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Quarantini Time

close up photo of martini with olives
Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

Challenge Accepted

A friend asked me to write a poem call “Quarantini” about a martini related to COVID-19, of course using some humor. I wrote the poem, which sounded like a ditty and changed it up. This may be my worse poem ever and I am letting it play.

Quarantini Time

When COVID-19 came along

My friend suggested I write a poem

All about a new martini

Given the name quarantini

 

In what they call a quarantine

Many people stay unseen

Keeping in their houses closed

Running out for a reload

 

Life becomes about books and TV

Some will party on with sad glee

Cooking and cleaning and eating freely

Some will have highballs and martinis

 

This is where my friend comes in

With some vodka and some gin

Mixing with vermouth for them

Landing olives by the rim

 

Deciding to try something new

To match colors to be true

A concoction to show no defeat

They came up with the quarantini

 

The colors that we tend to see

Are pinks and whites and crystallies

In little balls of spikes and spheres

To look at it would not bring fear

 

It’s like an ornament or candy

But getting it would not be dandy

This stuff is not to be played with

Unless you have a life to give

 

Mindful seriousness you see

It’s hard to come up with a drink

Try they tended and pulled it off

Downed it with nary a cough

 

This is the magic of this concoction

A patent would not be an option

It’s not that kind of beverage

Just trying to give humor leverage

 

If you want to know the mix

Simply it’s an easy fix

Using booze or soda or juice

Shake with ice and strain it smooth

 

It can be made with garnishes or not

Depends on what you’ve got in stock

Tastes vary tart or sweet or dry

Mattering not what when or why

 

If you’ve figured it out by now

The quarantini recipe is not about how

It depends on what is in the house

Leaning on if you can go out

 

Possibly it tastes like H2O

Depending on what’s on hand to flow

It’s about the attitude of positivity

We all can have a quarantini

This came from my prompt for National Poetry Month – There is a new prompt daily, so be sure to check in!

 

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Humor in These Days of Our Lives – National Poetry Month April 6 2020

laugh neon light signage turned on
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Just like Ina Garten made this giant martini for the stay-at-home effort, it’s not such a bad idea to use humor in times of trial. If you have ever watched an episode of MASH you will see how the medical staff in a horrible time turned to humor to survive. I’ve done it and I suspect you all have done it, too. So, for today’s prompt let’s write a humor poem. It does not have to be about these days trials, but feel free to do so. If you want to go into a whole different time and place, go for it. Let’s have some laughs.

If you would like to try some other prompts or combine prompts, you can also check out a couple of others, such as Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides or NaPoMriMo

Happy Writing!

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BONUS!! You can always use this photo prompt!!

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Let’s Do the Twist – A Moment in Time

lisa valentine dance 1966 Lisa dressed up for 1st teen dance.

This was a moment of my life

It had to happen to enjoy my first dance

It was at my Kentucky school

Student council raising money

Created a Valentine’s date match

Sweaty palms and pencil in hand

This one signed up for a date

All for the Valentine’s dance

Twelve years old seventh grade student

Unsure of how to prepare

In stepped my big sister

After dying her red dress

And sharing her white blouse

She carefully applied my makeup

An expert of creating beauty

Nervously excited to meet my date

Daddy dropped me at the school

Along came my selected date

At his side was his girlfriend

Nice to meet you and moved on

As my mind was some confused

I shook it off when

On came the music

And it took one song

As sure as it was Chubby Checker

I was sure to do The Twist

Guess who won the twist contest

That was my family tradition

It was a good night

And that’s how it’s done

When life changes moments

Make it a good time

Today I decided to do a combination of prompts. My own prompt Let’s Twist and that of Robert Lee Brewer’s  Poetic Asides. What’s your poem of the day?

lisa twist age 13                                                  Still twisting at age 13