Today’s petite pen is inspired by an uncomfortable painting by Monica Rohan, which depicts the effects of anxiety and depression. If you are inspired to write, join me in penning some brevity, 40 words or less, to accompany this painting. If you post to your own blog, be sure to ping the page back here and tag it #petitepen so that everyone can enjoy your artistry.
Happy Tuesday!
She sobered up
floating through
her feathery feelings.
Twist and turns,
but she couldn’t discern the
tingly meanings.
Penny loafers,
bleached coral reefs,
scuffed floor and ceiling.
A camouflaged skirt,
the minnow is lost
in a shark’s shady dealings.
After he fed, he left her
in his seaweed bed,
sore and bleeding.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
well depicted and so sad K. Well written ❣️
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I couldn’t resist the fun
44 words….
Rosie pink leaves,
camouflaged me in vast fields,
where I dream in color.
Rooted in red,
my shoes tapped a beat
as I woke
rested and rejuvenated.
Climbing the green bean-stock
of liquid chlorophyll, eating peas,
I’ve a new lease on life, getting juiced.
🌿🌿🌿
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Sweet use of the vegetation, Cindy. The progression of colors captures perfectly the vivaciousness of the painting. Thank you so much for sharing this here and for writing alongside me. 💜
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Oh thanks it was fun K. Loved yours and I never have time for prompts unless they are impromtu… so thanks a lot! 💗
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I love the ‘tingly feelings, and then something sinister happens; colourful and disturbing; it packs a punch
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Thanks, John I think it shocked even me when I finished it, but I appreciate you reading and commenting on this poem.
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often we surprise ourselves 🙂
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draped as if
filming starts: even in despair
women trained to consider
how they present first
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I hope I am not offending anyone with this; it just so happens that my attention often these days is drawn to the difference man – as being in the world – and women – as being attractive – present.
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Hi Barbara, I love the contrast you highlight. I don’t find this offensive in the least. Thank you so much for writing alongside me and adding to the conversation through your well-selected words. I am honored to have your words posted on my page.
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Hi K . An interesting picture. Here is what came to mind in 39 words.
Escaping the dream
She found instead
The leaves , green and pink
A plastic scratchy type
No strong brown trunk in sight.
Where was the real?
That certain smell, that touch , that warmth!
It came with love
Not too late.
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Sandy, the colors you capture are phenomenal. I love the line “Where was the real?” I think that captures the surreal painting and the feeling of disconnect that happens to many people. Terrific brevity. I’m so happy to have you writing alongside me Tuesdays. I need to figure out a better way to highlight everyone’s awesome responses. Thanks for adding your voice here. Cheers!
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So glad you liked it. I am a “shaky” contributer but I do appreciate your writing from picture prompts.
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Powerful verses coupled with such a vivid and memorable picture! You really did it justice 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. This image was arresting. I saved it and kept returning to it until something was written. I’m so glad you found it moving. 💜
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hiding in the dark, and
in the open
front and center, life’s poison
runs
through salty veins
a mix
of leaves, debris, and nay, they
say
can be forgotten, yet
it continues to haunt me
in the land
of the begotten
Loved your poem, K. A tough subject too, yet one that is important to talk about. Happy weekend. 💜
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This bit of brevity is chilling and leaves that tickle on the spine. Love the line breaks, which almost lend a double meaning in this one. Your poetry pulls out those fantasy elements for this one as well. I adore it. I’m so lucky to have you writing alongside me. 💜
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Thank you for always seeing me through my words, K. Writing with you is always a treat. 💜
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