Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #3
It’s week #3 of my Paint Chip Poetry Prompt. The last two weeks the words were quite arbitrary and odd. I really do pull them from the paint chip deck randomly, so I never know what we’ll get.
This week, with one exception, I think the prompt and paint chip names lend themselves to a more serious poem, instead of the silliness of the past two weeks. I hope you agree.
The words for this week are rose-colored glasses, sea anemone, bougainvillea, fresh butter, halo, dirt road, and open meadow.
Here’s my poem for the week:
The Good Old Days
I’m not one to view
this crazy world
through rose-colored glasses
But life was good
in that old country house
at the end of a long dirt road
Butterflies fluttered and rabbits
hopped in the open meadow
that stretched out back
Bougainvillea flanked
the kitchen door with
a promise of perfume unfulfilled
Down the road a small
family farm sold fresh butter
and eggs, and sometimes honey
Enough to serve a breakfast of kings
In the evening as the sun set
a halo of light graced
the treetops across the way
It wasn’t exactly paradise
But it was good
. . . while it lasted
Your Turn
Now it’s your turn, but I’m stepping it up a notch. Write your poem with at least five of the seven prompt words. Extra points for anyone who uses sea anemone. Post your poem or a link in the comments.
Note: Linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.
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The farm selling butter, eggs and honey made me hungry. I keep bees but not chickens or cows!
Breakfast for a queen!
Yes ma’am
Hi, Linda! I’m a little late to respond, but here is my poem anyway!
https://revivedwriter.wordpress.com/2020/01/24/idyllic/
I like your description of the farm selling butter, eggs and honey for breakfast.
Thanks. It kind of made me hungry when I wrote it.
I think you did a good job with this prompt. Lovely read.
Thanks. I’m hoping I can get more people to participate in these prompts, but even if not it’s fun to do them myself.
That old country house does sound wonderful, Linda.
The poem is so filled with nostalgy… and I think we often remember the best days the most…
That’s such a great idea for a prompt! I love the poem, there’s a wistfulness to it. Even if the details are different, I guess we all have a memory of somewhere where we felt comfortable.
Thanks. I couldn’t help buying the Paint Chip Poetry game and I had to do something with it. This seemed like a good use. My goal is to keep up the weekly prompts all year.
This is absolutely lovely! Especially like; “Bougainvillea flanked the kitchen door with a promise of perfume unfulfilled.” 🙂
Thanks. I had to look up whether Bougainvillea had a scent to make sure that was right. They don’t, apparently. 🙂
Sounds idyllic and am sorry it didn’t last…
For once, my poem is only fictional, at least in the details. I suppose nothing much last forever though.
OK cool 🙂
Oh, I love this Linda! I have a stack of paint chip samples sitting on my desk as I write this..
It was good while it lasted
This dirt road takes me far from the city
Left behind is my self-doubt and pity
Through twist and turn my travels unfold
With rose-colored glasses the tales are told
Around the bend that always haunts me
Is the open meadow that beckons softly
The sun through the trees creates a halo effect
Then comes a tug of reality that I must respect
From my slumber I have now retracted
But my dream it was good, while it lasted
Very nice! Your are a poet indeed.
https://mehflowers.wordpress.com/2020/01/18/dreams-are-for-the-sleeping/