Life Zested



photo prompt for Magpie 55



Systematic pots of the working man,
Owed lime built up from aging deposits,
Coffee clutch remnants of promises ran,
Words, scarred by tines of time, he exposits.

Hope sliced, placed to top off wounded accounts,
Holes bored into thin skins, doctored not cured,
Coverages bruised, marred numbers she counts,
Scattered pulp, brined medications insured.

Disabled hearts, hold benefits bled dry,
Squeezed tartly, fleshy insight composites,
Juiced, salted aides cubed and swirled, left to try,
Cleansing pots, legislative reposits.

Life zested, social insecurities,
Distraught wedge serves future obscurities.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011

 

Thank you Tess for a profoundly timed prompt, inspiring this poem.  This picture prompt was offered by her over at Magpie Tales where she posts weekly photos to inspire poets and writers to continue to hone their craft.  Please check out the link for other takes on this wonderful prompt.



Just for Me and You

Tweety speaks with his own world words,
Mickey sung by letters of his name,
Colored moments filling childhood thirds,
Beaming down, talking cats, its the same.

A snowman dances through Frosty days,
A beagle sleeps atop the roof,
Snoopy about the world, leading ways,
A dwarf lending his Grumpy ways aloof.

Tinkering her way, she flies in dreams,
The Pan Man, her superhero too,
All casted in our nights, yes it seems,
Dream world characters for me and you.

Petrina Lesko
Febraury 2011

Over at Jingle Poetry it's time for Poetry Potluck and this weeks topic is Cartoons, Sci Fi and Super Powers.  This was a bit of a stretch for me as I was never really into cartoons, even as a child.  But I thought it would be a challenge and thought I would give it a try.

The Black Royal

The hidden 'trash', the worn out trinkets,
Resting, waiting for us to find them...
Worn out toys, prizes cherished, days forth,
Just beyond the dumpsters, fenced apart.

Bushes keeping them apart from,
The vast space of the yard, darkened,

Lying in the dust of the earth,

Waiting for eager eyes to find them.

These were the relics of our youth,

Left, 'trash' separated for us,

The curtain pulled slightly, eyes watch,
As we discover things special.

Things gifted to youth, ours alone,
Until that darkened day of light,
The ultimate find, Black Royal,
Hidden freedom of stories.

Resting, waiting, the Black Royal,
Hidden between fence and bush,
Holding secrets that only we,
Could key down on it's pages then.

The curtain pulled slightly, eyes watch,
The broadened smile across her face,
She nods from the window, knowing,
As we discover things special.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011



photo by JackAZ



This poem was inspired by this photo prompt over at One Stop Poetry and their Sunday Photography Interview.  This week is part 2 with JackAZ, you can find more of his photography here.

Tea Time, Tea Time



Illustration by:  Jessie Wilcox Smith, 1914

 Oh, it's tea time, tea time,
So please, please, write me a rhyme.
Cuz it's tea time, tea time,
For a nickel and a dime.

Oh, it's tea time, tea time,
My monkey is just my mime,
Cuz it's tea time, tea time,
Down from the trees he will climb.


Oh, it's tea time, tea time,
Be it lemon or be lime,
Cuz it's tea time, tea time,
Gardens of clover and thyme.

Oh, it's tea time, tea time,
So, please, please, write me a rhyme.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011

This poem was inspired by this fabulous illustration by Jessie Wilcox Smith from 1914 as shared for this weeks prompt over at Monday's Child:  fair of face hosted by bkmackenzie.  IT is a fantastic blog created to inspire the creation of children's verse.  Check it out to read other wonderful poems or to share your own writings for children.

I am also sharing this post with One Shot Wednesday over at One Stop Poetry.  Hope everyone has enjoyed this post as much as I did creating it.  Have a wonderful rest of your week. 

Thawing Frozen Time

This photo really inspired me, resonating life, pieced together to form a wonderful pictorial experience that evolves through the seasons of time.  Normally, I try to write my post prior to reading through others, however, this week I decided to glance through a handful...  I basically came across what I had in mind to write, stated much more eloquently than I could muster.  Thus I have tried to rework my ideas to a different form.  This is what I came up with as a second take.





photo by Tess Kincaid
for Magpie #54

 Desolate mornings
Rebirthing await their time
Grey days loom forward
Lives evolve in changing days
Beginning transformations

Stagnant moments lie
Beneath blue white canopies
Thawing frozen time
Memories reflecting you
Within melted foreign lands

Dream worlds of days past
Long ago seeds sparked this life
Etched in this crevasse
Mourning light nurtures tender
Seeds hibernating beneath

Petrina Lesko
February 2011


Magpie Tales is a fantastic meme, offered to writers and poets by Tess Kincaid, where she posts a weekly picture prompt challenge, and we the artists respond with what is sparked within our being, then share with you and other talented artists.  Please stop by and check out all the wonderful takes on this challenging photo prompt.  Or better yet, offer up your take on the photo.

Morning Masks



Misty Morning
as offered for prompt over at
Creative Writing Ink



hidden beyond fields

glorious hills masked the day

 plethora of mists

gently welcomes spring mornings

days of golden moments held

Petrina Lesko

Febraury 2011

This attempt at Tanka, was inspired by this wonderful photo offered by Olive over at Creative Writing Ink.

Scarlet Skies

Tanka, a poetry form I have never attempted, but as I am eager to learn new forms... One Stop Poetry  is offering small lessons on Mondays of various forms and a chance to be given feedback.  Here is my attempt.

scarlet skies linger
gazing on green majesties
reaching to touch her
effervescant eyes bequeath
beauty within star filled nights

twinkling lighted skies

darkness illuminated
resting within her
open arms welcome morning
scarlet skies lingering still


Petrina Lesko
February 2011

Foretell - Writer's Island and Sunday Sketches

The following sketch is in progress, but I wanted to post it as a beginning sketch for Sunday Sketches hosted by Sophia over at Blue Chair Diary. 




in progress by Petrina Lesko 2011


Oh, but what stories this old bridge could foretell of the small town waiting beyond.  Another road not yet taken, but surely a decidedly exciting world awaits on  the other side.  Such character beheld within the walls of its structure, eluding to the characters of this old town beyond its wooden frame... welcoming anyone who wishes to pass this way.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011

And with these words, my post shall fit right in over at Writer's Island and this weeks Prompt #8 for 2011: Foretell.  Hope everyone enjoys my submission.

Opportunity Knocks - Microfiction Monday

Thought I would give a try at Microfiction Monday.  It is a wonderful meme prompt where you must respond to the picture offered in only 140 characters or less.  Microfiction Monday is hosted by Susan over at Stony River.  Hope you all enjoy my take and if you'd like to read others, pop on over to Susan's place, I'm sure she would love to see you there.



Microfiction Monday #71
offered as a prompt by Susan of Stony River



Looking down the long hallway, she pondered, 'So if when one door closes,
another opens… Which opportunity shall I choose today?'

Salted Time



photo prompt for Mag 53

Time, like the salt of the earth,

memories together, a bounty

held in cellars of the heart.

A dash added, subtly

creating delicacies

shared with

sentiment.

The spice of life, brining

years of experience.

Flavoring the soul, 

savored days

blended by

moments

of time.



Salted time.

Petrina Lesko

February 2011

Thanks Tess, for another fabulous prompt offered...  This poem inspired by Magpie Tales as hosted by Willow.  Also shared with One Shot Wednesday.


Ever Love Held



sketch by Petrina Lesko (Feb 2011)



None so sweet, none so tasty,

This the bestest. better kind,

First loves, a love so hasty,
Ever love held, the child's kind.


Dreams of cakes and candy too,   
Huggable bears, hearts in mind,
Puppies day dream, I wuv you,

Ever love held, the child's kind.



Illustration by Jutta Ash
Found over at Monday's Child



  

Birds sing of morning songs here,

Carry forth ribbons to wind,

Cute little bows, saying we're,

Ever love held, the child's kind.

 

This the bestest, better kind,

Ever love held, the child's kind.



Petrina Lesko
February 2011



Linking up to the following inspirational sites for this Valentines post:   Monday's Child: Fair of face, a day late for 'Sunday Sketches' over at Blue Chair Diary and finally for the inspiration of this Valentine 'Sweater' in my sketch Illustration Friday.

I hope everyone had a great weekend,

and that this will be

 a very special

Valentines Day.

Enjoy your week ahead.

Framed Landscapes

photo by Sean McCormick



Worlds framed beyond art

Perspectives capture lifescapes

Seasons held within

Petrina Lesko

February 2011

This short Haiku was inspired by One Stop Poetry and the Sunday Photography Interview with Sean McCormick.  This amazing photo and many others can be found over at his photography site http://www.neutralhillsstills.ca/index.php.  Please go check out more poetry inspired at One Stop Poetry.

From Behind the Chair

From behind the chair,
Moments overheard, unheard,

photo prompt #52 for Magpie Tales

Days become the night.

Tall, grey, winged-back chair,
Nestled, wooden walls embrace,
Snuggled beyond life.

Chaos surrounds her,
Lives becoming lies untold,
Silently speaking.

Worlds falling apart,
Dreams entangled in their pain,
Lawyer's silent words.

Choices moments brought,
To redo or take erred paths,
Futures rewritten.

From behind the chair,
Moments overheard, unheard,
Her life crumbles still.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011


I wasn't sure what it was about this picture that it struck a sort-of writer's block when I saw it.  Thus I actually have pondered over, thru, beyond, understanding something had been stirred, when I checked out what this, the prompt for this weeks Magpie Tales was.  It has taken a couple of days, but here is my offering this week.  Kind of dark, but hope you all enjoyed it.

Night's Rain - Updated

photo by Sean McCormick
as shared @ One Shoot Sunday

Night's Rain

I welcome you in from the night's rain,
Unto my floors do come, where lies grain,
Stacked about, turned out layered by stain,
Please, I welcome you in from the night's rain.

Built on staddle stones, shaped like mushrooms,
Heating naturally, this be thy rooms,
Forming moisture, your grain will be doom,
Forth right here within, I will it entomb.

But listen to my music, dance all,
Lineage comes from under the wall,
Shadows dancing, did you hear 'em call,
Lineage comes, on the floor must crawl.

I welcome you in from the night's rain,
Unto my floors do come, where lies grain,
Stacked about, turned out, covered thy stain,
Please, I welcome you in from the night's rain.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011

Thank you Sean for a fantastic photo (you can see more of his fabulous work @ http://www.neutralhillsstills.ca/index.php).   And thank you One Stop Poetry for another inspirational photo prompt here at One Shoot Sunday.

Beguiling Beauty



I hope everyone is having a Super weekend.

I am linking up this post with Writer's Island for this weeks prompt of Beguile.  And the sketch should fit right in over at Sophia's Sunday Sketches @ Blue Chair Diary.

Magical Moments



Home and the Fairies
by Michael Zancan @  DeviantArt

Sitting... staring at the page taped to the wall in front of me... sitting, mesmerized by the sunlight pouring pixie dust down from the sky, dusting me and my image... magically converting my world.

Always, waiting quietly for the inspirations... allowing the plants to tangle around my directions, guiding my brush, it's hairs, transforming the silhouettes into magical wonders before my eyes.

Here in this quiet place, deep within my room, deep within my soul, an outpouring of inspiration, the page before me becoming a quilt of days, nights, moments frozen in time of days so long ago, days when fairies and pixie dust existed... as real to my days as the sun beating down, highlighting the colors of a single rose.  As real to my days as the darkness is to the night.  As real as the terrors are when the days become dark.

Yet here in these quiet moments, a world transforms, fairies dance through the air taking height, swirling around, sparkling, floating upward to the heavens, to peaceful masterpieces left as their legacies.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011


This magical moment was the photo prompt this morning over at Thursday Tales hosted by Leo and Yamini Meduri.  It is a wonderful link for those wanting to create a short tale to share with other writers.  The word limits are between 55 and 777 words.  Won't you join us and check out some amazing writers takes on this lovely photo prompt offered up this week.

You Asked of Me

Today, in the still quiet moments,
Shared in hopes of easing the pain,
You asked of me... I knew not if...
Could I give you this, this glimmer,
Of hope, of a pain free moment.

Today, in the still quiet moments,
Shared in pain of not want for loss,
You asked of me... I knew not if,
Could I give you this, this glimmer,
No pain, of a hope filled moment.

Today, in the still quiet moments,
Shared in darkness, challenged my soul,
You asked of me... I knew not if...
Could I give you this, this glimmer,
Of peace, of a better moment.

Today in the still quiet moments,
Shared in love, friends till the end,
You asked of me... I knew not if...
Could I give you this, this glimmer,
Of life, of an eternity.

Today in the still quiet moments,
Shared together the struggles,
You asked of me... I knew not if...
Could I give you this, this glimmer,
Of victories, success in you.

Today in the still quiet moments,
Shared for all whom you touched,
You asked of me... I knew not if...
Could I give you this, this glimmer,
A reflection, gracing this world.

Today in the still quiet moments,
Shared by all who felt your love,
You asked of me... I knew not if...
Could I give you this, this glimmer,
A legacy, your moment in time.

Petrina Lesko
February 2011

One Stop Poetry offers a great venue, One Shot Wednesday where we can share with other writers, other poets the art that is our work.

His Cassey

His were the hands which gently placed

photo prompt for Magpie 51

Each stone with care, precision, placed

There to guide, lend direction for each

Step, leading the pathways of my

Journey.  Each stone adding the

Strength needed to seek the

Meditations of my days ahead.
The prayers written in stone,
Weathered with time...

Offering wisdom, guidance,

Peace with each interlocking

Pattern.  To seek from him

All that was within me,

I only needed to follow

This path laid before me,

Protecting me from the 

Dust of the earth, his

Mortar to endure the

Sands of time, all

Laid upon the

Foundation.

This was His

Cassay.

Petrina Lesko

February 2011



I am linking up this post, this poem with Magpie Tales for Magpie 51 (thanks Tess for another fabulous picture prompt) and with Monday's Poetry Potluck over at Jingle Poetry where the theme this week is Peace, Relaxation and Spirituality.