Write a poem...
If you usually rhyme, then compose a prose poem
If you never rhyme, then try it.
Any subject...don't think too much, just go......
Come on guys. I usually write prose, i felt cheesy when i did a rhymed poem. I'll post one on Fri, it has nothing to do with mothering...I don't like it, but I'll share it anyway (if i get the nerve)
I'll be gone all day tommorow.
I'd love for someone to take me up on the challenge...you can always ask for either 'no' or only positive feedback
POETRY!? THe things I do to keep a forum I love up and happenin'. *sigh*
The doll sits in the rocker,
her face cracked with age.
My mother, no seamtress,
repaired her with tape.
Her hair is all missing,
her stuffings half out.
I told her my secrets
she kept every one.
My tears soaked her body,
we shared lots of fun.
She sits in that chair,
where my memories run.
Half rhymes, half doesn't. Positive feedback ONLY! (ah, I don't really care)
If I can do it, so can YOU. Yep, YOU.
That's not fair. I mostly do prose, but I also play with rhyme, a variety of structures, even Rennaisance forms!
Well, I almost exclusively write about people and feelings. Inanimate objects, here I come!!
The wind flings it around the iron pole
That keeps it tighter then gravity's field.
Buffeted by nature, and its role
In the minds of people who will not yield,
It unwraps its length and proudly unfurls
To blaze color across the pale gray skies.
The icon of ideal life, it hurls
Into hearts and the multitude of eyes.
A crowd will, in awe, hold its breath or sigh;
A man will weep and a child will give praise;
A war will cease and the living will die;
When the banner is fallen or does raise.
At first, i was scared (I am scared of old dolls---they creep me out, unless of course they are Waldorf dolls) Then touched, that was sweet.
Ok ya'll...I now have dug into my old boxes of previously published stuff....I do have a LOAD of stuff on disc somewhere but cannot open them? Bad formatting...so here are two from years ago that won placement in local anthologies.
Him (1989 April Von Braun)
In the bluest of eyes,
Eyes so deep I'm drowning.
Sky blue in daylight,
Night portrays an
Of depth and wisdom.
I see pain
From the past.
I feel love
Where Only Eagles Dare (1988 April Von Braun)
Where the hearts are weak,
The minds are strong;
When the lips can't speak,
There's still a song.
Where hope tends to fail,
A glimmer of light is there,
Where life in the skies gently sail,
Where only eagles dare.
Songs that are written are never understood.
If we don't care, who's to see?
Music to our ears that they've never heard,
Where life like the eagle is free.
Now, where the heart is weak,
There's a song to be sung;
And when the music is finally heard,
We know that the eagle has won.
I always wanted to do eecummings style poetry, but it feels like copying. I tried to do something like it but not to copy the method exactly. This was the first time I tried this, it felt really emotional/fun to do.
we, I it
amongst the roses
Feedback welcome, I'm wondering if other people will read it to themselves in the same tone/rythm I had in my head when I jotted it down or if it will just look like jumbled words.
Going from rhyming to not distracted me so much I had to reread! I love the emotion and topic, it drew me in to memories of my own doll.
oooh, Im in way over my head, here.
e e cummings! Darn, I like it! It's not a jumble of words at all, but has a rhythm to it. I esp like,
and the streaming, bleeding end. (that came out wrong, but you know)
my2girlsmama! What is WRONG with you! Youve been published? What ARE you doing? Dust off that pen and get going! The ones you put up here are great I love the first one! The eyes being used to...heck, I like the way they're used to convey other moods, colors. Can't put it into words. THe seocnd one required thought, and I'm tired, so...
Wolfcat, I knew right away what you were referring to, was sucked in. MAde me feel sad, and brought thoughts of Iraq.
i'm ging to edit mine and make it rhyme.
LOL Red...years ago published....alot actually and mainly my poetry...but again, once I met dh and got a life so to speak, and then had the kids...well............
I've had some article published on parenting sites since but nothing earth shaking...........
I am enjoying this though..........I will dig up more as I go along.
waiting is not my strong suit
it feels like nakedness
not the liberating
nudeness, lithe and supple...
no, this exposure is binding
and painful, choking.
so, i try to
i want to go
and can not
no one has
trying to void
being in the moment
of this waiting place
release it and let it go
the waiting will abait
but still i wait
i write rhyming and not, but have been stagnated by a waiting game that we are playing, in this game of life.. . that felt good to write about it and release more.
Zenfulmama, Welcome back...I can totally relate with the waiting game, I don't have time to give proper feedback except to say that in two readings, I love your poem, it flows.
Hope to 'see' more of you
thank you belovedk (kelly), i was needin' some lovin', and your so good at that...
more on waiting...
A Waiting Place
in a point in time
there is a stillness
a desultory void
resignation says goodbye
i've had enough
it could be
a blissful emptiness
of no expectations
a stillness of being
it is not
a promise, a hope
i have expectations
what i haven't got
With babe at breast
And mouse in hand
I do my best
To make our plans
With tickets to buy
And visas to get
I can't even try
Writing just yet
That's my excuse!!
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