Showing posts with label Poetic Asides. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetic Asides. Show all posts

Greetings from Creek County, OK

>> 4.11.2011

If it's April, it's National Poetry Month again.  I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing again.  So, here's a little poem dashed off for one of the prompts - a postcard poem.


Smoke-filled cerulean skies rain ash down
onto wind-swept plains, summer heats the spring,
dry days crinkle skin and earth, garden hoses soak
winter’s leavings, a small protection from raging
wildfires, and each drizzle is greeted with joyful
dance and a heartfelt prayer for just a little more.

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Poetry Challenge / Day 30: prompt farewell

>> 4.30.2009

The First Farewell

All weekend long you held me close, loved
me tight, and rocked me to sleep every night
after reading me just one more favorite bedtime

story. We played jacks and chased balls, watched
that funny man splashing around in the rain on the t.v.
while you sang along, and we laughed like Sunday would

never arrive. But, Sunday came, as it always does,
and you had to leave once more. All the joy, all
the laughter that we had shared fled, vanquished

by the sorrow and the fear that maybe, this time,
you would forget to come back, and I would be all
alone. As your old blue VW rumbled down the drive,

then turned into the street, I followed you flailing
my arms and waving my hands while tears bathed
my face. My arms and legs pumped harder than

they ever had, but three was too young to race a car.
As the vehicle carrying you away from me reached
the corner, nearly out of sight, I yelled as loud as I could,

“I love you, Mommy. Don’t forget to come back next week.”

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29 Complete, only 1 more to go!

>> 4.29.2009

Well, I have survived 29 days of the Poetic Asides 2009 Poetry Challenge. I have posted 29 poems, including the dreaded sestina.

A sestina, by the way, is a form poem consisting of 39 lines in 6 stanzas of 6 lines and a final stanza of 3 lines. 6 words are repeated as the last line of each of the 6 stanzas in varying order, and then 2 each in each line of the final tercet. Poetic Asides, obviously, has a good explanation and shows the repeat pattern as does Wikipedia.

Just so you know, it was a complete pain! Definately a stretch for someone who prefers free verse. Final day tomorrow - joy, joy! It has been a good experience for me; it forced me to write every day and to get over that feeling that I must wait for inspiration to strike.

Thank you to everyone for their support. It was, and is most appreciated!

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Poetry Challenge / Day 29: prompt phrase "Never (blank)"

Never Say Never

Never let life get you down,
don’t get caught up in endless

rounds of could-I should-I,
block your ears from hearing

that it’s not realistic, don’t believe
that dreams won’t come true,

Forget living in the so-called real world,
ignore those who state it will never

happen for you. Instead, remember
to dream large, fly high, design life

the way you want it to be. Just remember
to build a solid foundation to support

your dreams, and never say never.

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Poetry Challenge / Day 28: prompt write a sestina

Music

The absolute magic of extraordinary music
is always encapsulated inside or within
the creative arrangement of it notes
and words that allow it to touch the shadows
of the human heart. It can depress, or lighten
the spirit and mind, or capture a memory;

it can become a symbol, or a memorial
to those we have lost. Various musical
pieces recapture joy or hope; they enlighten
the mind feeding it vibrations to aid in
learning, or help to set a mood. Shades
of color may be attributed to the notes.

The color blue is probably the most notable
referencing a style made exceptionally memorable
by its innate capacity to reach into the shadowy
wasteland of our psyche and give birth, musically
speaking, to the deepest emotions found within.
Whether it’s wailing loudly, or whispering lightly,

it resonates with us. Sometimes, it’s like a lightning
strike stabbing the heart. You’d swear every word, every tone
was speaking directly to you, and was ripped from within
your secret heart, that unendingly painful well of memories
we keep inside a locked closet until the day a skilled musician
searches long enough, delves deep enough to unlock that shadowland

we hide away. Once the key is found and turned, the shades
of emotion escape through the door heading for the light
where they dance and twirl in tune with the syncopated music
while they reach outward with grasping fingers to catch the notes
that reverberate on the air. Almost corporeal, each memory
partners with a special song that strives to free the spirit within.

Some artists have a special capacity allowing them to reach inside
mankind, to become explorers charting that invisible land of shadows
that comprise our soul, or, what some call a universal genetic memory.
Whatever you may call it, music appeals to it, and shines a spotlight
into our lives, giving each of us a method by which to notate
special times, made even more special by the presence of music.

The music shaded in hues of blue reaches deep inside
the world and wraps its notes around our darkest shadows
shining its light upon mankind's communal memories.

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Poetry Challenge / Day 27: prompt longing

Wishful Dreaming

Seduced by the warmth of the sunlight
shining through the window, the fat gray
cat is enticed to snooze upon the windowsill.

There he longingly dreams about partaking
of succulent dinners filled with glossy
blackbirds captured after a masterful hunt.

Enraptured by his reveries, the somnolent
feline fails to notice the arrival of the little
blackbird now perching outside his sleeping

quarters and peering wistfully inside, gazing
at the slumber-blanketed cat and yearning
for some of that soft gray fur to line her nest.

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Poetry Challenge / Day 26: prompt miscommunication

Different Worlds

Sometimes, I think that rather than miscommunication occurring
between the genders, it’s more a matter each speaking separate

languages, of living in different worlds. When he says, I’ll call
you sometime, he means about the same time as the twelfth of never;

yet she hears that he will call her in the next day or so, and when
he doesn’t, her anger grows exponentially with each passing day

her phone remains sullenly silent, and yet he can’t seem
to understand why she yells at him the next time they meet

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Poetry Challenge / Day 25: prompt event

Family Reunion

One day each year gathering someplace
catching up on what has occurred during
the year since we last met

Joinings and disjoinings of marriage
and partnership; births, graduations,
striking out on one’s own journey

Ailing and passing, capturing
and recapturing memories of today
and yesterday once more.

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Poetry Challenge / Day 24: prompt travel-related

One flying flower
Flitting throughout the garden
Summer traveler

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23 days complete!

>> 4.24.2009

Well, I've made it through 23 days of the Challenge and have 23 poems. Some better than others, but it's good to experiment with different forms and styles. Actually, I have written more than the 23 days worth; some were good enough that I am contemplating submitting them. Although, I have to admit, I haven't decided where or when as of yet.

I hope you enjoy my offerings, and happy writing!

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Poetry Challenge / Day 23: prompt regret

When Death Arrives

When death arrives to lead me from
this earth, and clasps his hand in mine,
I hope that I’ll hear angel’s wings
and journey to the great divine.

I don’t want to worry about
what I might have done,
or all those someday things
for which someday never comes.

An existence so filled with regrets,
because I’d spent my time in fear,
that I did not accomplish what
I actually hold quite dear.

As such, I try to embrace love,
to give, as well as to receive,
commit to everything I do
and never to deceive.

Immerse myself in happy thoughts,
fill my life with friends,
so that I will welcome death
when my time is at an end.

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Poetry Challenge / Day 22: prompt work

Work

Why oh why, can’t I be rich,
Or find a long lost treasure; it
Really sucks being broke, and
Knowing that I have to work.

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Poetry Challenge / Day 21: prompt haiku

tiny little frog
forest dweller’s symphony
serenades the dark

proud hawk wings unfurled
gliding upon air thermals
nature’s windsurfer

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Poetry Challenge / Day 20: prompt rebirth

dead earth awakens
daffodil amidst the snow
springtime harbinger

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Poetry Challenge / Day 19: prompt angry

vicious hurtful words
airborne missiles finding heart
time to call it quits

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Poetry Challenge / Day 18: prompt interaction

busy little bee
flitting between the flowers
like Casanova

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Poetry Challenge / Day 17: phrase All I Want is (blank)

All I Want is to Know

Another evening dining alone,
while you are still at work

Another fight, our voices screaming,
doors slamming between us

Another night waiting in the dark,
wondering where you’ve been

Another teardrop stains my pillow,
dreaming of what once was

Another morning without speaking,
now there are no words to say

All I want is to know,
is this the way it’s supposed to be?

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Poetry Challenge 2009: Day 16 / Prompt - color

Summer White

Pure white roses and dandelion fuzz
marking summer days

puffy clouds passing by
under a white-hot haze

eyelet lace and dotted Swiss curtains
floating upon the breeze

pollen whispers through the air
making everyone sneeze

clear skies with stars of pristine color
and homemade vanilla ice cream

are items that help to make
summer days a dream

these are the things
I remember alright,

all the colors
of summer white.

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Poetry Challenge 2009: Day 15 / Prompt - favorite poem alteration

(Carl Sandburg’s poem, Fog)

The Smog

The smog arrives
wearing combat boots.

It hovers, smothering
the city and people
like a toxic blanket
awaiting the Apocalypse.

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Poetry Challenge 2009: Day 14 / Two for Tuesday: prompt - love / anti-love poem

Fire in the Night

You come to me, hold me close,
Breathe softly across my skin,
Caress each curve with dancing fingers
Soft as moonlight,
While a jasmine wind sighs through
Our room.

You come to me, merge with me,
Breath to breath, fevered skin burning,
Heartbeats twinning, hands buried
In my hair,
Tenderly murmuring words beloved
By hopeful ears.

You come to me with open heart
And loving touch, wondrous mind,
Anchor and solace, future’s dream,
Cherishing me,
Warming me like a fire
In the night.

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The name for this blog was inspired by a quote by Nietzsche, below.

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