IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – L’ARORA

L’Arora was created by Laura Lamarca. It comes from “LA,” (Laura’s signature) and “Aurora,” which is Italian for “dawn.”  Guidelines:

Stanzas are 8 lines in length, with no particular syllable count per line
4-stanza minimum length
No maximum length
The rhyme scheme is a, b, c, d, e, f, g, f.

Source:  http://allpoetry.com/column/7546415-LArora_-by-Laura_Lamarca

MARIE ELENA’S ATTEMPT:

THIS POEM WOULD HAVE A TITLE IF ITS AUTHOR COULD THINK

I’ve been thinking,
But it isn’t easy.
Thoughts escape
Like steam from a kettle,
Unable to be contained
For later retrieval.
Cerebral files in disarray;
Mind in state of upheaval.

I imagine
There must be a reason.
Words seeping,
Wreaking havoc on my day
Leaving me to believe
My head is porous.
Can’t speak three words
Without a thesaurus.

I’ve researched,
Yet found no cause.
No laws of recall atrophy
Nor forced eviction
Of words from brain –
They seem to just slither,
Unnoticed,
Leaving me in a dither.

I’ve considered
Wrapping my head
In Saran,
Plugging my ears
With cotton,
Or filling up on dessert –
Which may not help,
But couldn’t hurt.

© 2012 – Marie Elena Good

WALT’S L’ARORA:

LIGHT FROM A DISTANT SHORE

She sets herself; a life raft for wayward
sailors navigating life on a tumultuous sea.
Her beacon shines brightly,
a nightly sweep with eyes searching
and a smile that provides great light.
Lost souls find comfort there.
Every heart beats more sure;
no hazard is too great to bear.

Far and away she stands,
a gentle lady of a kind and nurturing soul.
Her goal remains within reach,
nature’s friend and confidant.
A mother’s caress never so sweet,
nor guiding hand so tender,
making a mental effort to present
her precious gift; melancholy’s true mender.

For she becomes the friend in which you place your trust,
the “embrace” in which you find comfort.
She is a beautiful soul,
a manifestation of every good thing.
She brings her smile to soothe your heart
and you start to believe in all of her charm;
a shield protecting and projecting
is the sanctuary disguised as her arms.

Secure in the shadows
miles from your eyes, you are wise
to rely on her heart being your rudder.
For the heavens give her direction
and her faith gives her solace.
Her face, an angel’s desire
and the smile she burns throughout,
with love’s unquenchable fire.

© 2012 – Walter J. Wojtanik