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  1. Indispensable brave resolved essential first responders provide services to feed us, to heal us caring for the populous protecting citizens from harm allowing others to stay home safe A big thank you to all of our heroes ~~Judi Van Gorder Verse Form: Etheree Prompt: April 30: resolve something in a poem (any sense of the word “resolve”)
  2. Pundit In the business world a pundit of production and sales, truth be told, needs no introduction. Zig Ziglar mastered the art of making success your fate, “You don’t have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great.”* His classic quote on which I dote. ~~Judi Van Gorder *-- Zig Ziglar April 29: poem embedding a quoted phrase (& cite it)
  3. Spark The warmth of the spring sun caresses my winter chilled skin reminding me of the cyclical revolution, the earth beneath my feet in perpetual motion circling a cauldron of white hot flame. Without the spark there is no light, no heat, no life. The force of our seasons is simply fire. How many cultures have worshiped here? ~~Judi Van Gorder April 27 Prompt: start a fire
  4. La Moulin de la Galette, Pastry Chef Renoir concocts a delicacy from another time, a Napoleon, "mille feuille", a thousand leaves, rich with the cream of humanity gathered close, the smooth intimacy of a touch, an embrace, the crush of a crowd where one must lean in to converse and savor words spoken over dance music served with a dash of romance. Generations and genders plated with a master chef's hand and presented with French panache. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Original posted here in the Playground April 28 The Re
  5. Gratitude in Social Distancing In tones from high to low - pounding, banging, clanging sounds, fast and slow celebrate brave souls we know. We cheer, we clap, stand in a row. Wooden spoon striking metal pan - clanking. A Thank You for human kindness serving everyman, to heal, protect our lifespan. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ Englyn unodl union, én-glin éen-oddle éen-yon (straight one rhyme englyn)the 3rd codified Official Welsh Meter, is the most popular of the Englyn meters and is often referred to as simply Englyn. It can range from lyrica
  6. Requiem Screams layered with razored shards deep inside the bowels of my being, pierce and slice as they rise. Frightening in its release, the rupture of suppressed longing drowns me in its bile. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  7. Revision Aiy Ay Old Man, I stub my toe on your walker Aiy Ay Old Man, where did the hard heat go? Aiy Ay Old Man, I miss the sweat of past passion, Oh, to feel the pain of urgency once more. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Original Aiy Ay Old Man, I stub my toe on your walker Aiy Ay Old Man, where did the hard heat go? Aiy Ay Old Man, I miss the sweat of past passion, Oh, to revisit the urgency just once more. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ Discovered a new genre of poetry, from Africa, the Balwo. T
  8. The Pacific The water flavors the wind that sticks to my skin with its salty presence. Never still, never silent, the tide trespasses then recedes back to its depth after soaking the sandy shore leaving behind its cast offs. My evening looks out to the edge of the world where the ocean falls off the ledge and slowly takes the sun with it. ~~Judi Van Gorder April 20 a body of water
  9. On the Hill The house is old and sprawls in angular arrangement. A maze of managed moments compartmentalized and kept separate. Some doors are closed and locked but I have no need to revisit them, others just barely cracked inviting curiosity. Stairs lead upward though I have yet to climb them. I know this house. I've been here many times, sometimes to explore, sometimes to rest. Today I came to close one door and open another. ~~Judi Van Gorder April 17 prompt a poem based on a dream
  10. Pandemic "Shelter at home" the scientists say. "Don't infect your neighbor, cover your face, wash your hands." A flu is a flu, people get sick, some will die, it happens every year, just the name and symptoms change. Its always the elders most at risk but we're all eventually going to die from something. Many dare to congregate while others stay home Why is a walk in a park more dangerous than standing in line at Walmart? Essential workers don masks and do their jobs some from home, some not. I'm by nature a hermit, I'll stay home, you go out, j
  11. To Whom it May Concern, I won't tell you no lie, the only way to heaven is to die. But in the meantime we can work at the sublime by being kind to others, treat all like they're our brothers, take a moment to relate to the circumstance and state of each action and reaction to come to mutual satisfaction. Thanks for being a thinker, Sincerely, Tinker April 22 a poem in the form of a letter.
  12. Poetess Challenged Write three in one, I'm desperate to grok and shout my need with awe and shock in words with white hot pain. Self isolation is no fun, cabin fever the bane. Thy will be done. ~~Judi Van Gorder Ultimate Forms Challenge: Star Sevlin A heptastich, rhymed abbacba, syllables 4-6-8-6-8-6-4 Write a Poem a Day Dew Drop Inn: Prompt :April 20 allow yourself some drama Poet's Café: Expanding Awareness : grok = understand profoundly and intuitively (I may be a little shaky on this prompt)
  13. This is My Tapestry It began with the muted yellows of spring sunshine that beamed through rosy cheeks and earth brown eyes and sparkled with laughter and curiosity. Over time, tines of vibrant colors interlaced and popped from the scene with adventures, loves and learning and sometimes darkened with somber greys and blacks from challenges and trials but always interlaced with the white and silver threads of faith and hope. Lately a tarnished gold weaves in and out, strong and resilient and resigned to finish this thing. ~~
  14. Sleepwear These days it seems PJs are the thing that ring a warning bell I won't tell I must get dressed but who's to impress? Still I strip from the hip and after a shower fresh as a flower (Oooh bad cliché to start the day) I pull on denim pants and do my work a day dance until again it's that time for pajamas sublime. ~~~Judi Van Gorder April 18 an article of clothing
  15. Going NowhereThe world paused,no planes in the sky,empty trains run the tracks,and my car still has a full tank of gasfrom a fill-up three weeks ago.Even all horses are on Whoa! ~~jvg Prompt: planes, trains and automobiles
  16. Quandry Grey veil of fog covers my garden, shelter mandate in place. I will go no where, see no one. I will sit at my desk available by phone and email working from home. Now what shall I wear? ~~jvg Prompt: something unresolved
  17. When I was a kid and I'd complain about being bored, my Mom's response was "Only boring people are bored. Look around, use your mind, there's adventure everywhere." Then of course, I'd roll my eyes and go off in my funk but her words have always stuck with me. Even in today's shelter in place malaise, I can hear her voice.Awareness makes me whole,it gives each moment purpose.It's the potter that shapes the bowlto be filled with my next opus. ~~Judi Van Gorder Prompt: pottery
  18. Facetime watching my grandkids while they color Easter eggs 300 miles away ~~jvg Prompt: technology
  19. Not Yet Stepping on to the scaleI've gained another poundI can't allow myself to failthis quest to which I'm bound.Today I'll get back on trackI'll plan and take controlfind tasty healthy snacksinstead of a mindless troll.I say that each and every daywith all good intentions set.Then life gets in the way,stress and boredom say, "not yet" Without mind and body both involved,this weighted problem 's never solved. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  20. My Red Door I painted it myself, red. Really red. It says, "I'm here" "I'm alive" "Welcome" ~~jvg Prompt: door
  21. Mr Jones from Wales He'd poke his head inside the office door on his daily walk. The gravel in his voice had a kind of crack and a squeak, the sound of an ancient. When he spoke his words carried a lilt and a brogue. Widowed and alone, with a twinkle and a smile he'd offer a "good morning" and sometimes a song. Then he'd tap his cane and move along. ~~Judi Van Gorder Prompt: Write about someone you didn't know well.
  22. Mother MaryI wonder when she saw His faceblood streaked from thorns in His crown,did she recall when He bloodied a kneeat five and came running to her?I wonder when the nails were driven indid she recall the young boy in training,learning the tools of his father's trade?I wonder while she watched Him hang,body broken, dying too youngdid she recall the babe she suckled,promising a mother's love and protection? ~~Judi Van Gorder Good Friday Meditation
  23. Interrupted Take a breath stay the path. We are each just a tiny speck on this planet but everyone wants what they want when they want it. You all come to me, I'm in the minority, your demands will not be my first priority. I'll be stern, wait your turn. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ Prompt: April 9 Interruption The Tigerjade is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Jacqueline Sturge. In researching the name, I found Tiger Jade the name of a freighter in the Bengal Tiger line. The name could also refer to jewelry, a jade tiger. The elements of the Tigerjade ar
  24. Sound the TocsinRing the tocsinbring the warningHeed the fearmission clearSounds of spacefound in shelterAvoid contact don't interactProtecting othersprojecting strengthNew normalless formalRide the swellHear the bell. ~~jvg Notes: ▼ April 8 Prompt Sound of a bell
  25. Peanut Butter Spread on soft bread,or crispy crackers,or crunchy celery or apple slices,or dipped in blackberry jamand licked right off the spoon. ~~jvg
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