Poetry
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.
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.
February was the month where my relationship with winter wore thin. All the romance evaporated. Granted, February’s days got longer. Temperatures occasionally rose above freezing. There were moments of affection, even love as the sun came out, birds sang their flirtatious songs, and the sky looked like something I might dive into. But it wasn’t…
“Why do you write?” a fellow blogger asked in her post. “To find treasure in a heap of garbage,” I muttered to myself. Writing reminds me of when I was a kid and my dad or uncle would fill up a trailer with broken chairs, mattresses, ceiling tile and carpeting to haul to the dump….
Saturday, I went on a 3 mile walk with Java. It took me 90 minutes at my relatively slow pace. I spent a lot of time working on getting Java to heel. I usually let her walk in front of me as, honestly, I just get tired of yelling at her to heel and jerking…
A woman waits patiently by the river Her dogs sniff the ground nearby She watches feathers of white dip their heads Disappear, then reappear Beads shimmer and drip Beaks run through feathers like a comb The woman wishes and wants How can every movement be words of grace? Okay, heads dip, butts stick up, legs…
Writing a poem today was a struggle, which may be evident. Usually I just throw out whatever comes into my head, only feeling the need for slight changes. But this one came out awkward, the cadence and message lost. I’m blaming this on the dreariness and demands of the day. All the creatures were feeling…
It doesn’t matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations. If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light, it doesn’t matter if the room has been dark for a day, a week, or ten thousand years — we turn on the light and it is…
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Cool Poem..and pretty sunset colors. I was never any good at poetry.. but you seem to have the hang of it:)
I’m impressed! It works.
Wow…..that sure sets a mood. Incredible imagery. Nice job!
~Lisa
Wow, you have a way with words. I like it.
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!
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.
Very cool exercise! It turned out great. The words kind of direct you and give you a change of pace.
Nicely done! I may introduce this poetry exercise to students for poetry month. I also like the lamp post photo. Great shot!
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)
I love it! I love Poets and Writers excersise tweets…they’re great fun…you really nailed this one. Beautiful : )