Letter in the Bottle

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This is my first attempt to write a Pantoum Poem
I want to thank Teresa Baker at https://theresabarkerlabnotes.com who encouraged me to try different Poem Form. I found one example from the link below and followed the pattern to write today’s poem.

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A letter in the bottle

Left adrift aimlessly in the sea

Vessel reaches the shore one day

After floating miles away


Left adrift aimlessly in the sea

Sparks echo the sunbeams above

After floating miles away

A tug in a wandering heart to read


Sparks echoes the sunbeams above

A gentle soul gazes the glittering sea

A tug in a wandering heart to read

The message seeks to convey


A gentle soul gazes the glittering sea

Vessel reaches the shore one day

The message seeks to convey

A letter in the bottle

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There are four stanzas in the line patterns of

Stanza 1 – 1, 2, 3, 4.

Stanza 2 – 2, 5, 4, 6.

Stanza 3 – 5, 7, 6, 8.

Stanza 4 – 7, 3, 8, 1.

Reference: https://www.youngwriters.co.uk/types-pantoum


Daily Prompt: Adrift

Echo of the Earth

This post is my contribution to Debbie’s Forgiving Friday. If you like to participate, please click the link.

Echo of the Earth 1

Let me –

Embrace stillness as ocean reflects the light in the night
Endure suffering as stones engraved with strikes
Remember kindness as dried field once flooded with rain
Forgive myself as melted snow came and drained
Die to the desire as leaves wither and return to earth
Open to new life as seeds rise up in spring search
Be content the humility as blossoms unfold the new beginning
Acknowledge the limitation as ants crawl on ground feeding
Take courage in independence like the trees stand-alone
Treasure the caring as mothers secure and protect their own
Be grateful for the freedom as the eagle soars high in the sky

The Earth and I.

Echo of the Earth 2

Echo of the Earth 3

Echo of the Earth 4

Echo of the Earth 5


Bill Collins and His Poem

Williaimgresm James Collins was born on March 22, 1941. He is an American poet, appointed as Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001 to 2003.  He is a Distinguished Professor at Lehman College of the City University of New York and is the Senior Distinguished Fellow of the Winter Park Institute, Florida. Collins was recognized as a Literary Lion of the New York Public Library (1992) and selected as the New York State Poet for 2004-2006. Billy Collins has been called ‘The most popular poet in America’ by the New York Times. He ranked #36 in the top 500 poets. The following is one of his poems.

Another Reason Why I Don’t Keep a Gun in The House

The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on their way out.

The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.


Tunnel of Music


Tunnel of music, my great hideout

Surrounded by musical sounds

Utters my unspoken language

Sounds out my unspeakable profound

Carries me to cloud nine

Wings my spirit high

Laments the deep sorrow

Echoes in my heart’s hollow

Speaks for my heart break

Clashes my entangled struggle

Dances for the joyous chance

Drums to my rhythmic victory

Waves my dreamy fantasy

Serenate my romantic love

My symphony

My empathy

My company


I love music. It’s in my blood. It speaks to my soul. This is part of my entry for the Loveuary Challenge at  https://butismileanyway.com

Daily Prompt: Hideout

Daily Prompt: Rhythmic

The Sound of Silence


I can hear raining and singing.

I can hear banging and clanging.

I can hear clapping and slapping.

I can hear giggling and drizzling.

 I can hear chattering and clattering.

I can hear the mumbling and crumbling.

I can hear whistling and nibbling.

I can hear hissing and whizzing.

What can’t I hear?

I can’t hear the sound of silence,

A musical note of rest.

The ringing in my ear

The tinnitus can’t disappear.

At all time, it’s here.

How I miss the sound of silence,

that musical note of rest!

Daily Prompt: Sound