Silver Lining June Round-Up

At the beginning of June I invitated all of you poets (or potential poets, which is all of you) out there to join me in Silver Lining June. This has been a collaborative project for the blogging and writing community to create together. Today I’m sharing all the wonderful creations – mine and yours.

What is the Silver Lining form, you ask? It’s a miner variation on the Golden Shovel form that I “invented” earlier this year. It offers a little more flexibility. Here are the “rules”.

Special thanks to the contributors to Silver Lining June:

• Serendippity
• No Love For Fatties
• A Different Perspective

Silver Lining June Poems (Prompt 1):

June Prompt No. 1

“A molten gold flows away from the sun.”

from “Evening Sea Wind” by Carl Sandburg

A Different Sun

Flesh and bones molten;

Borrowed life, paid for with gold,

Flows

Away

From

His silenced heart, to see a different sun.

by Monty Vern

Once the heart becomes molten,

Carefully cup the blistering gold

In your hands and…[more]

by Serendippity

Desire bubbles up like lava, molten

Fantasies of rings of gold

The way the conversation…[more]

by No Love For Fatties

The hammer raised falls, slag shoots a

Gray heat no so removed from molten

Iron once a bright glowing gold

Now dulled as heat…[more]

by A Different Perspective

Silver Lining June Poems (Prompt 2):

June Prompt No. 2

“It is in the smell of an avocado blossom, and in the true passion of a kiss.”

from “The Unnamable River” by Arthur Sze

Avocado Toast

Feeding each other breakfast in bed, we lay in our smell;

Supple eggs on toast with buttery rich avocado

Sipping tea of steeped blossom

The blush of your naked cheeks true

A fading memory of passion

Reignited by the gentlest kiss

by Monty Vern

The Senselessness of Long Covid

Now you must accentuate sight, having lost smell.

Though slices of tomato, yellow pepper and avocado

Masquerade on a blue plate as a festive blossom,

Artistry is a…[more]

by Serendippity

Silver Lining June Poems (Prompt 3):

June Prompt No. 3

“The day is done, and the darkness

Falls from the wings of night,

As a feather is wafted downward

From an eagle in his flight.“

from “The Day is Done” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This Day Undone

This day

Undone

Darkness

Lifts me high above the falls

With heavy wings

Sculpted in the image of night

Each iron feather

Forged from wafted

Despair turning upward downward

And the false eagle

Drops me from it’s hellish flight.

by Monty Vern

Something New Under the Sun

Again a demoralizing day:

Dear heart will you never be done

Fraternizing with darkness,

Letting stumbles lapse into falls,

“Forgetting” you have…[more]

by Serendippity

If you missed the Golden Shovels created by the community in the April challenge, check out all the contributions in the Golden Shovel April Round-Up. Feel free to give these prompts a try as well. They were great poem line prompts with lots of creative potential.

Be well,

Monty

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