Caelagios - #W3 #Etheree #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity @YvetteMCalleiro

Hello, beautiful readers! I'm enjoying a lazy, rainy day today. With the weather not being appropriate for the beach, I'm spending some time writing poetry. Last week, I was honored to be chosen to provide this week's prompt at Wea've Written Weekly. With all the chaos happening in the world, I decided it was time to turn to fiction for an escape. I've decided to go with a utopian world since there is already plenty of dystopia happening here on earth. Lol!

For my Chronicles of the Diasodz series, I had to create a new world. I called it Caelagios, pulling from Greek and Latin words that, when combined, meant heavenly sanctuary. I've decided to write an Etheree for this world.

(image courtesy of @CharlVera on Pixabay)

Caelagios

golden willow leaves sway calmly in breeze

iridescent butterflies flap wings

leaving bright rainbows in their wake

pink wisteria grows high

above the peaceful lake

harmony resides

magic fills world

full of peace

kindness

love

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Not Like the Others - #TankaTuesday #dVerse #HaibunMondays #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity @YvetteMCalleiro

Hello, beautiful readers! Happy May! Today I'm combining two prompts. The first is from #TankaTuesday. Melissa invited us to choose one of Romare Bearden's art pieces and let us inspire our poem. I've chosen Calm Sea (1987). My poem came out a bit depressing, but it's what came to my mind. It's purely a fictional piece.

The other prompt is dVerse's Haibun Monday 4-27-26: Silence. Frank invites us to write a haibun that alludes to silence in our poem. I chose to go with the silence that comes from insecurity and isolation.

[Romare Bearden, Calm Sea (1987)]

Not Like the Others

They stand around her in their bikinis and beautiful bodies, laughing and flirting with perfectly sculpted men while she sits on her beach chair under her umbrella, wishing she had sat somewhere else. She hides behind her floppy hat and dark shades. One of the hotties glance her way before quickly diverting his eyes. A tear forms behind her shades. She was once like them - before age and loss stole her vibrancy. She closes her eyes and blocks it all out - the laughter, the conversations, and the judgment. She tunes it all out until she feels that familiar feeling of being alone, even on a crowded beach.

broken shells on shore

unnoticed and unwanted

crumble into dust

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#TankaTuesday

dVerse's Haibun Monday 4-27-26: Silence