Category: Poetry

A Plaid Day…

January 27, 2026

It’s a plaid day…

wearing flannel shirt

I sketch out drafts, write

6 sentences for story

due this week…

the characters

live fierce within me

passionate people

who don’t suffer fools gladly…

I see them clearly, going about their days–

~ Cale

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/24/sketch-3/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/25/write/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/25/rdp-sunday-plaid/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/23/rdp-friday-fierce/

Eavesdroppers/Labyrinth ~ JusJoJan

January 27, 2026

FROM LINDA, the host of Just Jot it January https://lindaghill.com/2026/01/27/jusjojan-26-26-eavesdropper/   “This post is part of Just Jot it January, and the prompt word, “eavesdropper,” is brought to us by Angela. Check out her blog here!”

AND THE CURRENT PROMPT:

https://lindaghill.com/2026/01/27/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-27th-2026/

It’s January 27th already! And it’s time for our daily Just Jot it January 2026 prompt. Today’s prompt is courtesy of Cale. Cale’s blog. Your prompt for JusJoJan January 27th, 2026 is “labyrinth.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

 

😊If you’re thoroughly confused… I’m Cale, and I’m combining the 2 prompts because I was unavailable yesterday.

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I’m convinced there are eavesdroppers

in both labyrinths, heart and mind…

mischief makers, running one to th’other

they’ve nothing else to do with their time–

matters none to them, confusion they cause me

they think they’re clever, hiding master key 🗝

~ Cale

Cape Hope ~ Sunday Whirl

January 26, 2026

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2026/01/25/wordle-741/

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We were wonderland-bound

a place called Cape Hope…

each of us desperately needed

hope, clarity, peace, direction

a future that offered more

than we’d experienced last year…

when we arrived noonday sun

was blindingly bright, glittering

on every inch of packed snow, ice–

we passed three churches

before seeing the one we’d chosen

by way of same dream we’d

had in past month–

it was hardly more than a chapel

yet the Cross in the window

above the altar embraced

entire interior, the mosaic

fairly vibrating with colors…

we were on our knees

heads bowed, mute tears

coursing down our cheeks–

Everything will be alright…

these were words we heard

from the Voice within silence…

Sovereign God of grace, mercies

ever-faithful throughout the ages…

His hand was turning the wheel–

~ Cale

Beware…

January 25, 2026

Be careful of what eyes

see and claim as captivating–

whatever its shape, shimmer’d flash

may prove to be Temptation’s

subtle slithery shift in mind

heart or weakness of flesh

make one or the other

vulnerable…lead

to slippery compromise

swift sin before soul might

take flight…then curse:

“damn my eyes!”

~ Cale

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/21/rdp-wednesday-captivating/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/24/rdp-saturday-flight-2/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/01/20/compromise/

 

 

 

The Letter…

January 25, 2026

I’ve combined Di’s 3TC (three things challenge) with Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt, “Letter” ~ their links are at end of poem.

Di’s prompt words are:  Youth, Yesterday, Yonder

💘💌💘

Since youth, her heart

had penned this letter…

living cossetted

in imaginary world

she possessed no skills

for reality’s requirements–

At 30 she remained

naive…lacking good

sense she followed

her heart instead

of guarding it

and thus set her course

certain that with yesterdays

long passed, “he” would

receive her with love equal

to hers, and make invitation…

But his kind reply did not–

Yonder, all dreams fled

out of reach forever–

~ Cale

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2026/01/24/weekend-writing-prompt-452-letter/

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/01/25/three-things-challenge-mm315/

Confession

January 21, 2026

Shall I confess

make blatant admission…

oh I’m not proud, indeed I despair:

I don’t excell at brevity–There!

I’ve too many words rolling round

in my head…sprouting roots

that will bud somewhere…and then

I know not when, but surely

sometime…the jabberer within

(is it gift, a curse?

perhaps my best friend)

will rise from murky dregs

of sleep, or confused mood

(as to which thoughts to keep)

and cerebral garden’s

soon overrun again

with vine-like words that creep

because...they’re simply not

disposed to be brief–

Must I resist 50 words

when 5 might nicely do?

A “wordy-birdy”…

I’ve pondered deep

this life-long mystery–

and I don’t have one clue!

~ Cale

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/01/19/brief/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/20/proud/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/01/19/admission/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2026/01/19/rdp-monday-murky/