Poetry

Maery Rose

I’m trying a new thing.
Perspective Poetry
I started out with this observation on my way to work.
Road spray
Dirt blackened snow
A scenic drive
Ugh, not so great, but a bit comical.

Poets and Writers magazine tweeted that I should flip through a dictionary and randomly choose ten words. Then write a poem using one word in every other line. Here’s what I came up with. My ten words are in red.

She sits with the matchmaker
Hope springing wild and eternal
She dreams of paradise, but lives in desire ghetto
Will it ever after be?
Doubts smudge and darken the windows
Wishes sift through her fingers
Into a barrel shot full of holes
Staring into damp darkness
She swishes the brackish water
Peering to see what rises
Up wiggles earthworms
Caught up
Their distressing stillness in her hand
She drops clods of dirt into a bucket
Releases the worm bundle
To tunnel it’s way
To unrecognized dirt lands
While the sun sets
Like a yolk spilling out of it’s shell


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  5. Poetry? You ARE into self-torture:-) I had never heard the exercise of taking 10 random words from the dictionary…that is pretty interesting. Poetry is such an enigma to me, I can’t seem to resist the urge to rhyme ~ it might be my OCD nature to have things in some type of structure. So often when I read poetry, I am frustrated by having to decode some secret message hidden in the words. It’s like they deliberately disguise the true essence of the poem, to make it ‘deep’ and meaningful. I think song lyrics are examples of really beautiful poetry…and they rhyme:-) Can you tell I am a frustrated wannabe poet? Kudos to you Maery!

  6. I also relate song lyrics to poetry. One I can’t get out of my head, for some time now, is– “You can judge the whole world by the sparkle that you think it lacks. Yeah, you can stare into the abyss but it’s staring right back.”
    Cool exercise.

  8. Nicely done! I may introduce this poetry exercise to students for poetry month. I also like the lamp post photo. Great shot!

  9. Wow!!! “Like a yolk spilling out of it’s shell,” girl you do have the knack for poetry.

    Loved that sky shot too!!!

    God bless and enjoy the day sweeite!

    Giveaway…my place! :o)

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