Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G, a writer without a label
Inspired by and written for Weekend Writing Prompt – Thank you, Sammi
Karma
Form: Free Verse
you don’t get to say what I should think
or pretend you are always there for me
so, you can tell your friends how you saved me
you are not the hero of my story
when you sent me on the path of destruction
thinking I would sit back for karma’s revenge
but darling I forgot to tell you one thing
cross me
hurt me
just once
then my name becomes KARMA
Word count: 72 words
©JezzieGFarmer2022
Inspired by AWAD – thank you, Anu
Form: Kimo
notches on the bedpost keeping a score
small cuts reminders of times
one-night stands counted
©JezzieG2022
Inspired by Word of the Day
Form: Lune
a veggie side dish
red peppers
combined with green beans
©JezzieG2022
Inspired by and written for Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – thank you, Sue and GC
Heart and Mind
Form: Common Measure
Rose-hued eyes see a pretty face
To dream of while asleep
Before the heart learns to see true
That beauty is skin deep
Until then dreams can rule the head
This love the heart will keep
For realization comes slow
That beauty is skin deep
In time pretty begins to show
As pain makes the soul weep
As inner ugly is revealed
And beauty is skin deep
©JezzieG2022
Inspired by Your Daily Word Prompt – thank you, Sheryl
Form: Haiku
a sneaking suspicion
this is too good to be true
trust the hunch is right
©JezzieG2022
You may enlarge any image in this blog by clicking on it. Click again for a detailed view. Here’s another bird that I photographed on the grounds of the Elkhorn Guest Ranch, a Say’s Phoebe. Say’s Phoebe is a flycatcher, closely related to the Black Phoebe and to the Vermilion Flycatcher. It is a bird […]
Say’s Phoebe — Sonoran Images
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climbest the skies;
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp bow tries?
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feelest a lover’s case;
I read it in thy looks; thy languished grace
To me that feel the like thy state decries.
The even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me:
Is constant love deemed there but want of wit?
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
Do they above love to be loved, and yet
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
Jezzie G 