PROMPT #149 – “NO POEMS ABOUT POETRY?”: GUEST CO-HOST – NANCY POSEY

Following her friend and sister North Carolinian, Jane Shlensky, our Co-host this week is highly accomplished and we are extremely honored to include her works amongst the glowing blooms here at CREATIVE BLOOMINGS. Nancy Posey is a strong voice in poetic circles, as she is a ardent promoter of the process. We welcome her here.

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POET AND AUTHOR NANCY POSEY
POET AND AUTHOR
NANCY POSEY

Nancy is an Alabama native, living in North Carolina (“The Writingest State”) since 1995.  She teaches English in the community college after 18 years of teaching in high school.  A lifelong reader, she has always been in love with the written and spoken word.  Nancy was drawn back to poetry with the Poetic Asides PAD challenge about 6 or 7 years ago.  Since that time, she has built friendships with the writers she met there, leading her to this site.  When she’s not reading or writing (or grading the endless stacks of essays) she stays busy.  She and her husband Dick have been married 37 years in June. They have three grown children and three grandchildren–all beautiful, charming, and fun. She also finds time to travel (most recently to Haiti) and to learn to play mandolin.

Find Nancy’s work and musings at: THE DISCRIMINATING READER and ALABAMA TAR HEEL

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PROMPT #149 – “NO POEMS ABOUT POETRY?”: Nancy offers this thought for poetry month. It becomes our prompt this week! She says: “No poems about poetry,” I’ve read in submission guidelines, joining cat poems in the lists of don’ts. If poets don’t sing the praises of poetry, then, who will? People of all ages often bristle and grow defensive when we suggest reading poetry along with, not even instead of, their usual reading matter. I must confess that some of the damage is done by my people—English teachers. We assign a poem, ask students what it means, and then tell them why they are wrong. Didn’t Billy Collins say that high school is where poetry goes to die?

 

Rather than wring our hands, why don’t we take this opportunity during National Poetry Month to become publicists for poetry. Write a poem that celebrates poetry in some way—and follow that basic rule of writing: Consider your audience, reluctant readers.

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WALT’S POETIC P.R.:

SINCE I’M GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING ANYWAY…

I might as well write rhyme.
I have this blank page, and the time
and the rage to go gently into that good write.

I might as well write rhyme.
A poem is as expressive as I can get,
and I’m of a mind to do it all on my dime, every time.

I might as well write rhyme.
Poets are a special breed. We don’t need much
except a muse and just enough heart to get started.

Since I’m going to write something anyway,
I might as well write rhyme.
It’s the best way to know I’m alive.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

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NANCY’S PROMOTION:

POEM

I’m leaving it here on your desk,
purely harmless, with no hidden
intent, this brief poem I heard
that made me think of you. No
Latinate construction, skewed
syntax, no symbols planted so deep
even the poet needs a pirate’s map.
In simple words—ones I might
have said myself, though not
as well, not as clearly, this poet
who never knew you penned lines
that surely sing your name.

© Copyright Nancy Posey – 2014

 

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  1. William Preston Avatar
    William Preston

    THE POETESS

    You write of caves and interior spaces;
    of mind-spun flowers and wind-blown places;
    your words create a glittering world
    of deep-felt dreams deployed, unfurled.
    The magic you make spans over the years
    to put mere sentences to arrears.
    Thank you. Thank you for all of that
    and for the joys your words begat.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Nice one, William. I love what you did with the rhyme and the flow. Makes a reader wish she’d penned the words of which you speak. 🙂

    2. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      Amen!

    3. Linda E.H. Avatar
      Linda E.H.

      Lovely use of imagery and expression. I love “mind-spun flowers and wind-blown places” and “a glittering world of deep-felt dreams deployed, unfurled.”

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        I agree wholeheartedly with Linda.

    4. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      YES!

  2. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Yes! I love poems about poetry! Good to see you Nancy as captain of the ship!
    I’m glad this place is populated with such talented people, Nancy and Walt.

  3. Claudsy Avatar
    Claudsy

    I’m with Benjamin in sentiment here. It’s good to see you Nancy. I look forward to seeing what you do this week. As for a poem about poetry and its value, it’s a favorite topic of mine.

    Great choice, Walt, for co-host. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love Nancy’s work.

  4. Bastet Avatar
    Bastet

    Nice…and well done!

  5. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
    Erin Kay Hope

    Interpret

    I’ve written verse time and again,
    I’ve cried and I’ve died and I’ve bled,
    I’ve poured out my heart with my pen,
    Emotions written raw and red;

    Because my tongue plays tricks on me,
    Words can be misinterpreted,
    So I write and I let them see,
    I let them ponder rhyme instead.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2014

    1. WmPreston Avatar
      WmPreston

      Superb piece, Erin Kay

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Excellence Erin! Absolutely adore this.
      😊

    3. David Avatar
      David

      Yes – So elegantly excellent!

    4. Linda E.H. Avatar
      Linda E.H.

      nice work, Erin

    5. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      That is smart thinking – I can think of some who I wish might take up rhyming over talking 🙂

    6. Darlene Franklin Avatar
      Darlene Franklin

      Oh, yes

    7. markwindham Avatar
      markwindham

      oh, indeed, the word from the mouth can get us in much more trouble than that on the page.

    8. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Very nice Erin. Words CAN be misinterpreted so easily so let them ponder rhyme is great.

    9. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Good one, Erin. Authenticity rings through it all.

    10. Erin Kay Hope Avatar
      Erin Kay Hope

      Thanks, everyone! Your comments really mean a lot to me. ❤

    11. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Wonderful, Erin!

  6. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com Avatar
    http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com

    It is supposed that the majority of people who read poetry are poets themselves, so why not write poetry to interest the majority of our readers!

    Walt your Villanelle is superb and Nancy, I am always banging on about comprehensibility and your poem puts it so well. You couldn’t have chosen a prompt more close to my heart.

    Metaphorical Poetry

    My poems are an adventure
    into ideas unexplored.
    My poems are a mish-mash,
    a soup of varied words.

    My poems are a patchwork quilt,
    of scraps of cloth in brilliant colours,
    sewn together in quirky patterns
    by accident or design.

    My poems are the music of me
    the rhythm of my life.
    My poems are an adventure
    willingly explored.

    1. WmPreston Avatar
      WmPreston

      That about sums it up. Wonderful.

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Nice Viv! good imagery to sum the experience of writing poems!

    3. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      This is delightful, Viv.

    4. Linda E.H. Avatar
      Linda E.H.

      a poem can be any or all of those things. Good work,

    5. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Beautifully put, Viv

    6. markwindham Avatar
      markwindham

      look at you venturing into the land of metaphor, and doing it quite well. 🙂

    7. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      I love the idea of the patchwork quilt. That’s so appropriate.

    8. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Wonderful, Viv. You expressed beautifully the feelings of many poets.

    9. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Viv, this is perfect! I love the image of a quilt.

  7. WmPreston Avatar
    WmPreston

    PLAYING POETRY WITH A NET

    From structureless stanzas I flee
    whilst writing my own poetry:
    a pattern defines
    my rhymes and my lines;
    I’ve nary a verse that is free.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

    1. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com Avatar
      http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com

      Bravo. You are very very good at this!

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Good one William. Like the brevity and the message in it.

    3. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      Great limerick, William.

    4. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      OH, Wm “free” is really Okay. 🙂

    5. markwindham Avatar
      markwindham

      I do indeed need more structure in my lines…well done

    6. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      And you always do structure so well!

    7. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh, fun, William! 🙂

    8. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This sums it up for many of us, William. Even when I’m writing something without regard for rhyme, rhythm, syllable or cadence, it all seems I create a pattern for myself unthinkingly as I write.

      Great job.

  8. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    The House is Built

    One word
    two words
    three words
    come like bricks
    lain side by side
    in full development
    as they depart
    from the heart
    until the house is built

    He who builds
    is skilled
    in material
    and design
    constructing
    the house
    in free verse
    strict form
    and rhymes

    1. WmPreston Avatar
      WmPreston

      Two words, four words, six words, a poem;
      everyone for poetry, stand up and show `em!

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        🙂 to you both.

      2. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        I like it!

    2. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Nice construction there : )

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        gracias!

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Oh, yes, Benjamin. Marvelously true.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thx Claudsy

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          You’re welcome.

    4. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Your house is filled with beauty, supported by a strong foundation.

  9. flashpoetguy Avatar
    flashpoetguy

    WHAT A POEM IS

    don’t tell me poems waste time
    words strung in lines like paper dolls
    waiting for wind to blow them away
    don’t say poems can wait or they’re
    not worth the ink they’re written in

    don’t dare explain how poetry is useless
    how from it nothing is built that can remain
    nothing at all don’t call a poem
    names you’d be ashamed to wear yourself

    a poem’s a shelf upon which you store
    the core of you and if you’re wise
    a good disguise when truth is
    best left under wraps or life’s a trap
    just waiting to spring and bring about
    your downfall

    be instead the precious few who call a poem
    what it truly is: a hand to lift anew
    those who stumble in the dark of prose

    #

    1. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      I love words as paper dolls…

      1. WmPreston Avatar
        WmPreston

        I like the shelf allusion.

      2. Linda E.H. Avatar
        Linda E.H.

        me, too

    2. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      “and if you’re wise a good disguise when truth is best left under wraps” Yes!

    3. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Nice, Sal! I particularly like “a poem’s a shelf upon which you store
      the core of you”. 🙂

    4. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This is excellent, Sal. I love it.

    5. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Wonderful, Sal. I love ‘those who stumble in the dark of prose.’

  10. Laurie Kolp Avatar
    Laurie Kolp

    Insomniac

    Sometimes my dreams
    leave me slack-jawed.
    It’s like an attack
    of lucid metaphors
    begging for home
    awakens me
    and I can’t sleep
    until they’re delivered
    safe and sound
    to my writing shack,
    which is odd–
    calling the nook
    where I write a shack.
    But it’s like that
    with papers strewn
    this way and that,
    words on purple
    and yellow pads
    waiting in line.
    Sometimes I can’t
    even find the door,
    but it seems as if
    I live there,
    according to my kids.
    They call me
    a poetic maniac,
    but that’s okay–
    I don’t drink anymore.

    1. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Awesome Laurie! I love the images in this one

    2. WmPreston Avatar
      WmPreston

      This certainly rings true! I love it.

    3. Linda E.H. Avatar
      Linda E.H.

      I’m diggin’ it, Laurie. Absolutely love “an attack/of lucid metaphors/begging for home”

    4. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      🙂

    5. markwindham Avatar
      markwindham

      ah, trading the one bad habit for another. 🙂

    6. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Cool, a peep into your writing mania.

    7. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      “I can’t sleep
      until they’re delivered
      safe and sound”

      Perfect, Laurie!

    8. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Lovely story line, Laurie. Very visual to me and one I can relate to in several ways. I have a shack almost like yours, though it can’t even boast a nook. It sits out in full view of every passerby, disheveled and disordered as any self-respecting shack should be. 🙂 This was wonderful.

  11. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Smidgen and Dash

    A dash
    of you…
    a smidgen
    of me…
    is poetry

    Lumped
    together
    we stand
    sharing
    in this grand
    moiety

    1. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      smiles… delightful

      1. WmPreston Avatar
        WmPreston

        Oh, yes.

        1. poetryshack Avatar
          poetryshack

          Thx

      2. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thanks

    2. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      Hummm, fun 🙂

    3. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      : ) NICE

    4. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh yes — fun, indeed! 😀

    5. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Good one, Benjamin. I can certainly agree with it in full measure.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thx

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          🙂

  12. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
    Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

    Oh YES!! Love them both, Walt & Nancy! Off to see if I can find that misplaced muse — and heart — Walt. 😉

  13. connielpeters Avatar
    connielpeters

    Writing Poems

    In the dark hollow of the night,
    I trade my sleep for time to write.
    Idea clouds form overhead;
    in blinks of time they can be read.
    When half done, they may dissipate.
    It’s in the cards to stay up late.
    It’s only signal to press on,
    until a chorus like a fawn
    will scamper in the forest green
    and sing of wonders, sight unseen.
    The earth rotates and time will crawl
    till words flow like a waterfall.
    Poems paddle by in their canoes.
    I so prefer this to the news.

    1. b_young Avatar
      b_young

      grins

    2. Linda E.H. Avatar
      Linda E.H.

      “words flow like a waterfall”…

      Your words flow perfectly. The rhythm and rhyme is spot on. I alwas love “until a chorus like a fawn will scamper in the forest green and sign of wonders, sight unseen.” but the absolute BEST line is without a doubt “poems paddle by in their canoes”.

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      🙂

    4. Darlene Franklin Avatar
      Darlene Franklin

      Poetry keeps you up late at night? A couple of you have mentioned that. Words flow like a waterfall . . . oh, for those magical moments.

    5. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      Nice, Connie… especially the last 4 lines.

    6. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      The whole is fun, but I love the ending, Connie! 🙂

    7. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      Insomniacs of the world, unite: you have nothing to gain but your poems.. I like this, especially the second line.

    8. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Bravo, Connie. I’m with you in preference over the news. I’d much rather wrestle an unruly group of words into respectability than see more of CNN.

    9. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Love the ending, and the words flowing like a waterfall.

  14. Darlene Franklin Avatar
    Darlene Franklin

    I have sat and observed and written. And I love the supportive environment of this group of pets, encouraging me the fledgling poet (I might take exception to FlashPoet’s description of the “dark of prose.” lol. as a novelist)

    But I have questions about poetry as a genre vs. poems. Is this a place I can ask those questions?

    1. b_young Avatar
      b_young

      poetry is a concept, poems are its practice

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        I like that answer.

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          Me, too, Debi.

  15. b_young Avatar
    b_young

    poetry

    always wants a dance.
    Even when nobody asks
    she gets out on the floor.
    Alas I am left, tapping,
    with two left trochees
    and a pest of unvoiced plaints.
    Amphibrachs,
    and some tepid punch jiggle
    when I bump the table
    for I bump the table
    when I tap. Poetry does
    enjoy a good turn
    in a lampshade.

    1. WmPreston Avatar
      WmPreston

      You could’ve done this in one, in vaudeville. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

      1. b_young Avatar
        b_young

        Grins

    2. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      This is fun!

    3. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      I’m clapping…

    4. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Oh, rollicking fun, Barbara! 🙂

    5. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      That’s awesome Barbara. I like the notion of being forced to dance, even tap dance. Enjoyed your bumping the table as well. I think I’ve bumped many myself!

    6. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Love the fun, Barbara. Good for you and good for this.

  16. b_young Avatar
    b_young

    As Physics
    is that branch of science
    best equipped to describe
    a cat’s ability to alter gravity
    when it wants not to move, so
    poetry explains black holes as cats.

    1. Darlene Franklin Avatar
      Darlene Franklin

      a poem about cats and poetry all together. Love it. Are a lot of poets cat lovers?

      1. Laurie Kolp Avatar
        Laurie Kolp

        It seems that way.

        1. Darlene Franklin Avatar
          Darlene Franklin

          I couldn’t bring my kitty to the nursing home. Missing you, Talia!

    2. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      Nice viewpoint here.

    3. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      Wide grin here

    4. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This one’s even more fun. Barbara, you’re definitely on a roll here. Love it.

    5. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Love this, Barbara!

  17. Michelle Hed Avatar
    Michelle Hed

    Life is Like a Poem

    We giggle and act silly
    (rhyming poetry)
    and perhaps get a bit sassy
    (limerick lines).
    We look in the mirror
    (palindrome faces),
    and we often spell out our words with meaning
    (acrostic moments).
    We have problems, we look for solutions and we try to solve our problems
    (with a BOP on the head).
    We follow rules and routines
    (cinquain or a sestina to name just a few),
    and our friendships and loves take all shapes
    (Diamante diamonds and Shape poetry).
    We use math daily
    (Fibonacci sequences),
    we enjoy the outdoors
    (Haiku bits),
    and we travel the world
    (Gwawdodyn, Haiga, Kyrielle to name a few places).
    We tell long stories about our lives
    (Odes to you and me)
    and we seek, speak and long for love
    (Sonnets sing).
    Yep, our daily life is living poetry,
    so why wouldn’t we celebrate poetry?

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Bingo!

      1. Marjory MT Avatar
        Marjory MT

        Way to go, Michelle

    2. Linda E.H. Avatar
      Linda E.H.

      very clever, Mik

    3. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      Great point, Mik!

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Ahhh, yes.

    5. poetryshack Avatar
      poetryshack

      A true tale Michelle! And wonderfully told.

    6. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This would make a glorious lesson in poetic forms for a class, Michelle, but it also asks a wonderful question. Our lives are a kind of poetry, though we seldom see them as such. If we talk about our lives, we talk in poetry or, at least, about it.

      Terrific!

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  19. David Avatar
    David

    Stray Words

    By David De Jong

    I know of a cantankerous old gent,
    Simple in his ways, barely worth a cent.
    Takes his days in stride, fixed in a saddle,
    Carousin’ along, in fields of cattle.
    Prairie songs spill out his wanderin’ mind,
    Each he ponders, and fiddles, to refine.
    Most speak of life, some of love, none of hate,
    Some won’t make it past, that old pasture gate.
    Some he scribbles to keep, else he forgets,
    It be words he loses, he most regrets.

    They be medicine to an achin’ heart,
    Gives a spirit reclaim to a fresh start.
    Peace in a sunrise, opens better days,
    Even while alone, tired, searchin’ for strays.
    He’ll bring em round, if it’s the last he does,
    It’s findin’, rescuin’ the lost, what he loves.
    Some is tangled, cut and bruised in old wire,
    Others are found broken, lonely and tired.
    It gives him a purpose, best he’d found yet,
    It be those he loses he’d most regret.

    His songs be simple, but come from his heart,
    Some annoyin’, like a squeak in a cart.
    He knows what it’s like to be lost; a stray,
    Got lost in the woods, way back in his day.
    Just a small pup cryin’ in the dark of night,
    Wanderin’ and wonderin’, lookin’ for light.
    If his words can shed some light on the path,
    Save a life; from torture, torment or wrath;
    Then it be a pretty good, best-odds, bet,
    This man’s words were written, with no regret.

    Long ago, came another, searchin’ strays,
    Pages are filled with stories from His days.
    Words He spoke with love are written in red,
    Words like honeycomb to the soul be fed.
    He told stories with meanin’, lessons, too.
    Gave up His life: to rescue me, and you.
    So it be fittin’ this time, some call lent,
    To reflect on this One the Father sent.
    Be it in a song, a rhyme, written word,
    Let’s give thanks He died and rose on the third.

    Let it be said; once more, just once more yet,
    Come in from the dark, don’t die with regret.

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      Get that man a guitar and a campfire. Wonderful.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      I’m with you, William. David, you’re definitely a cowboy poet and that’s to the good. One o’ the best around, I’d say. So glad this form and ability hasn’t been lost. That would be a regret.

      Terrific!

  20. janeshlensky Avatar
    janeshlensky

    Hiho, friends! Good to have Nancita hosting this week. I’ll be back with a poem-pushing poem.

  21. Marjory MT Avatar
    Marjory MT

    BIRTH
    c/w 4-2014 by MARJORY M THOMPSON

    When night slips past its fullness,
    quietness is found
    and poems are born.

    The last low rays of light
    from the departing moon
    leave all the stars to lag.

    Each star now shines as light
    fragmented from the moon
    to aid the birth of thoughts and words.

    Words written o’er the seas of time,
    that will remain
    caressed within the shifting sand.

    Each bit of sand a thought,
    voices that all the stars will hear
    throughout the ebb and flow of life.

    The night and day, the moon and stars
    still ebb and flow a beating serenade
    as yet another poem is born.

    1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Nice, Marjory! “…yet another poem is born”!

      1. William Preston Avatar
        William Preston

        Amen to that.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Wonderful poem, Marjory. The ebb and flow of this one reads so smoothly. Good for you. I like the words choices that create such vibrant images.

    3. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      This is stunning from that first paragraph on.

    4. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      very nice

  22. ejparsons Avatar
    ejparsons

    Something silly from my past:

    Rhyme-Time

    If one took time
    To make a rhyme
    Where all lines rhyme
    Time after time,
    Is it a crime?

    To take the time
    To make lines rhyme
    Time after time
    Would be sublime,
    If not prime
    For wasting time
    On a rhyming rhyme.

    But now it’s time
    To give a dime
    To the funny mime
    Who cannot rhyme
    Time after time.

    He’s stuck in slime
    And cannot climb
    Out of the grime,
    Now, that’s a crime.

    But right now I’m
    Gonna’ take the time
    To throw the mime
    Stuck in the slime
    A new enzyme
    That eats the grime
    So he can climb
    Out just in time
    To get the dime
    And hear the rhyme
    That he can’t chime
    ‘Cause he’s a mime
    And mimes can’t rhyme
    Any time.

    Now, should that mime
    Stay in the slime
    Or is that dime
    Worth his time?

    And is it a crime
    For a rhyme to rhyme
    Time after time?

    Don’t ask a mime.

    (c) 2001 Earl Parsons

    1. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      I love it – Fun Done.

    2. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      It takes time to read this, but what fun!

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Oh, my. Earl, that is one of the most tongue-twisting poems I’ve ever seen. I read all poetry aloud and this one had my head spinning by the time I got to the end.

      Well done on the fun-o-meter, Earl.

  23. georgeplace2013 Avatar
    georgeplace2013

    Penning Poetry (a repeat)

    Sometimes the words come quick – so fast
    my fingers fly to capture them.
    They splash over the fall in a sparkling cascade
    dancing, jumping, cavorting, roaring with life
    and vitality, sheer joy of being.
    Each drop a diamond reflecting the light in
    glints of ruby, emerald, topaz and aquamarine
    each singing a capella but in lilting harmony
    one with the other, a praise, a tribute, an ode.

    Then other times, it’s a tug of war and I with
    calloused hands drag and wrench each word
    by hairy head into compliance of sound and
    succinct significance, a taming of the shrew.
    I try to domesticate my wild, unwieldy thoughts
    to cohesiveness, try to transform a feeling,
    an impulse, a fickle emotion into a solid image,
    or metaphor of likeness to a reality of now.
    I know it looks like I’m goofing off but look –
    there are furrows on my brow.

    1. markwindham Avatar
      markwindham

      yes, the fingers are idle but the brow furrowed…a poem is in the works.

    2. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      I hear ya.

      1. William Preston Avatar
        William Preston

        Me too, and I’m deaf!

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This is superb, Debi. And so very accruate as to the poetic writing process. Bravo!

    4. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      yes, yes, yes. This is so true. Right now I am experiencing more of the second stanza than the first. I am hoping that changes soon.

  24. markwindham Avatar
    markwindham

    Upon Reading the Poems of Mary Oliver,
    In Which She Refers to the Poet in Third Person

    I write as often as I may
    a poem or a chapter,
    a recounting of the hours
    of the day, or the days
    that can pass in the course
    of a night.

    I write as often as I may
    of laughter, but tears
    frequently fall, searches
    of joy where anger
    is normally found.

    I write as often as I may,
    trying to expound
    on the mundane found
    in the spectacular, and vain
    attempts simplify
    the amazing.

    I write as often as I may,
    never quite satisfied with
    the result. Maybe this is why
    I follow the advice of a friend
    and leave the titles of author
    and poet for others to bestow,

    never referring to myself
    as anything more than ‘writer’.

    1. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      I’m never quite satisfied with mine, either. Are poems really ever finished?

      1. William Preston Avatar
        William Preston

        No, and I think that’s the fun of it. However, I;m sure Mark’s “more than ‘writer’.” Wonderful piece.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      So true for many of us, Mark. Well done indeed.

    3. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      I think I hate 85% of the things I write. But then there is that 15% when I feel I’ve possible done something right.

  25. purplepeninportland Avatar
    purplepeninportland

    Through Other Eyes

    How do you see the moon?
    If you read five different poets
    describing the moon, you will
    see that each one extracts
    a facet of the moon, in their
    own unique way. You say,
    What does that do for me?
    Well, you will never look
    at the moon in the same
    old distracted manner. You will
    apply the poets’ images
    and thoughts, find which ones
    seem to fit your own idea
    of the moon, and you will smile
    at the intimacy poetry allows.

    1. markwindham Avatar
      markwindham

      if we can make the reader see something, anything, in a new light…mission accomplished

      1. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Thanks, Mark.

    2. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      So true.

      1. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Thanks, Laurie!

    3. Marjory MT Avatar
      Marjory MT

      So true, Sara.

      1. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Thanks, Marjory!

    4. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      Yes, indeed, and cheese will never be green again.

      1. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Also true.

    5. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Marvelous, Sara. I like this idea and hadn’t every thought of it that way before. Kudos, girl.

      1. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Thanks, Claudsy!

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          🙂

          ;0

    6. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      “and you will smile at the intimacy poetry allows”… love that line!

      1. purplepeninportland Avatar
        purplepeninportland

        Thank you, Debi!

    7. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      exactly!

  26. Ink | Whimsygizmo's Blog Avatar
    Ink | Whimsygizmo's Blog

    […] .. Written for Creative Bloomings. […]

  27. whimsygizmo Avatar
    whimsygizmo

    Ink

    We all collect words, Love,
    seize them from the breeze
    and press them down to page,
    wings still fluttered. I’ll simply
              (pen)
    pin these few to you, stick your
    skin with some new hue to breathe.

    Braille your way past silence,
                  loose them
                    as you may.

    .

    1. markwindham Avatar
      markwindham

      pinning words of love to another…spectacular

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        Yes, lovely!

    2. Laurie Kolp Avatar
      Laurie Kolp

      Braille your way past silence… I love that!

      1. William Preston Avatar
        William Preston

        Same here, and it resonates with me owing to deafness, oddly enough. Words have an amazing mental texture, and it looks to me as if De feels each one.

      2. Linda E.H, Avatar
        Linda E.H,

        I agree. Those are excellent lines.

    3. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Ahhh… sweet!

    4. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Good one, De. I like how you give it over to the reader, forcefully and with intent.

  28. Nancy Posey Avatar
    Nancy Posey

    I love the dialogues that develop when we are paying attention to each other’s words, don’t you?

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Yep. 🙂

  29. Catharsis | echoes from the silence Avatar
    Catharsis | echoes from the silence

    […] Written for Creative Bloomings Prompt #149: No Poems About Poetry? […]

  30. pmwanken Avatar
    pmwanken

    CATHARSIS
    (a shadorma)

    Her words flow,
    like tears down her cheeks,
    spilling on
    -to the page.
    Poems, the silent echoes
    of her poet’s heart.

    1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      Nice, Paula!

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Thanks, Pamela! ❤

    2. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      Ah, this is moving and precise at the same time, it seems to me. Love it.

      1. pmwanken Avatar
        pmwanken

        Thanks, William! In writing short poems (eg. shadormas) I do enjoy when I can be clever or convey wisdom in few words. But I’m also happy to know they can be “moving” from time to time, as well. Glad you enjoyed it!

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Well said, Paula. They are often like that, aren’t they?

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      “Poems, the silent echoes of her poet’s heart.” by Paula Wanken… That is going to end up a quote search result someday.

  31. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Potter’s Play

    Poets
    love
    word
    play-
    doh

    For
    they can
    teach it’s
    substance
    form and shape

    Molding
    it unto
    the desired
    end

    1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
      Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

      I like the idea of molding words like “playdoh” — even though they don’t always cooperate as easily as that. 🙂

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Ha! True.

      2. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        True that 🙂

    2. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      Thanks for that original allusion. Sometimes, though, the play-dough feels more like a Rubik’s cube, in my experience anyway.

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Great comparison, Benjamin. We do do just that most of the time.

      1. poetryshack Avatar
        poetryshack

        Thx, although I did like Williams idea of the Rubix cube.

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          You both may well be right. That’s one little device I could never master, or even come close. Still a great comparison.

  32. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
    Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

    OK, here’s two for the price of one! And yes, the 2nd is a “rewrite” of the first (– because, my husband says “it’s not a poem unless it rhymes”.) 😉

    This one is for you –
    penned & sketched in purple ink
    by my own hand.
    Nothing fancy, nothing new –
    but written from the heart;
    a simple message to let you know
    I thought of you today.
    I’m sorry that it doesn’t rhyme.
    Perhaps next time….

    ~

    Just a silly little ditty
    not too deep, not too pretty,
    written so that I might say
    that I thought of you today.
    I know that you prefer a rhyme,
    and so I spent some extra time
    making sure the beat was true;
    (after all, this one’s for you.)
    Maybe now you’ll like it better;
    if so, tell me, in a letter.

    ~

    1. Hannah Gosselin Avatar
      Hannah Gosselin

      This is so endearing, Pamela!! Love that it’s in “purple ink” inspired indeed! :)’s

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSCinCT) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSCinCT)

        Thanks, Hannah! Just wish the site allowed for a purple comment! 😉

    2. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      These are endearing. I like the second better, but only because of “silly little ditty.”

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSCinCT) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSCinCT)

        LOL. And so it was! Thanks, William! Glad you enjoyed. 🙂

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Hahaha. Pamela, this is too good. One more reverent, the other a slip of a ling that skips formality for a schoolyard jingle. Too good.

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSC)

        Thanks, Claudsy! 😀

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Love them both! I always like a bargain.

    5. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      great idea. They work perfectly together.

  33. While the Getting’s Good | Metaphors and Smiles Avatar
    While the Getting’s Good | Metaphors and Smiles

    […] Creative Bloomings- PROMPT #149 – “NO POEMS ABOUT POETRY?” GUEST CO-HOST – NANCY POSEY […]

  34. Hannah Gosselin Avatar
    Hannah Gosselin

    While the Getting’s Good

    Nature tries to burst out from behind the rush –
    from inside the bustle climb she’s just above my head
    and when I should be merging into highway traffic
    with my blinker frantic there she is and I must look.
    This Sunday is a slate gray heron and her flight is measured
    treasured is the sight of her majestic expanse of feathers
    gripping invisible wind and wise to tell me of time-
    fleeting and fast between outstretched fingers;
    truth is held in the dramatic arch of her angular neck
    her head pulses forward slightly on each powerful push
    and then I see suddenly the swirling trio of osprey to my right
    and the awe of the undersides of six mottled wonderful wings.
    Vast visions might arrive just when one could easily miss them,
    could try to escape one’s memory – if it weren’t for the jotted note.
    Yes, this poem may possibly just as easily never have been written
    if it weren’t for the small voice begging to become unhidden;
    night could show up as it does and it has and the day becomes filed away…
    a passing memory growing dim and dimmer in the swift approach of sleep
    all of this without ever a word finding page and purpose or poise
    but tender verse won’t wait and hearts hungry for poetry must be fed,
    spirit inspired must be bled – a sacrifice of minutes given for receiving
    a brief experience is made more full – more real
    by merely acknowledging it and honoring it with our attention.
    Nature tries to burst out from behind the rush –
    from inside the bustle climb she’s just above my head
    and when I should be merging into highway traffic
    with my blinker frantic there she is and I must look.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

    I guess this is more for the reluctant writer…that’s okay right? 😉

    Thank you, Nancy for sharing/hosting/inspiring and thank you, Walt for all you do!

    Warm smiles to all in the garden. 🙂

    1. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      I love this. I recognize the “I must look.” Wonderful work, as per usual.

      1. Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSCinCT) Avatar
        Pamela Smyk Cleary (PSCinCT)

        I know I commented on this elsewhere, but, what William said. 🙂

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      You’ve done it again, Hannah. You’ve taken a landscape, a pastoral, and wound it with wings and all things flight=related, and stooped onto poetry while driving. How many can claim that ability and have it make sense? Not many, I’ll wager. Well done.

    3. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Wonderful insight

  35. Claudsy Avatar
    Claudsy

    I’m really late. So many tasks today. But I do have a couple of poems for the prompt. I’ll have to return tomorrow for commenting. This is the first one.

    Poem’s Professionalism

    Such tiny gems
    These glyphs that speak
    To hearts and mind
    Of times, places,
    Lives spent elsewhere.

    These glyphs, of color
    And sound, sensory
    Influences never witnessed
    Until found within lines
    Spoken, telling stories.

    Insignificant letters
    Bundled together,
    Taking the lead when
    Giving a mind direction
    And leaving an impression.

    Rhyme or rhythm, each
    Has a place, a job to
    Execute flawlessly,
    To haunt the reader with
    Mental images forever.

    1. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      “Professionalism” in the title startled me, but “Rhyme or rhythm, each / Has a place, a job” made it clearer. Thanks for this.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        You’re welcome, William. I’m glad you liked it.

    2. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      Lovely poem, Claudsy.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Oh, thanks, Sara. So glad you enjoyed it.

  36. Claudsy Avatar
    Claudsy

    This was a very quick one, with little time to smooth it out or moke it say what I really wanted. Any suggestions are welcome.

    Letter Dance

    It’s not a waltz
    Or even a jig;
    Nor is there schmaltz
    Or a whirly-gig.

    The dance revolves around
    Letters and a poet’s mind bound.

    I am but an A,
    And I can save the day,
    But not before B
    Rushes headlong after me.

    Soon C drops in for a chat
    But we don’t often spat,
    Even if D wants to keep us
    Apart, directing like a referee.

    E often falls in line at the end,
    It’s her choice of sound to mend,
    Of course, F favors a close snuggle
    With vowels that won’t struggle.

    There are so many of us;
    Which ones are chosen makes no fuss,
    For we all get chosen every day
    For making words is a poet’s way.

    Without us no words would grace
    A page that spins tales of alphabet lace.

    1. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      I am enjoying this; going back to read it some more.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        That’s sure a plus for me. Thanks, William.

    2. Darlene Franklin Avatar
      Darlene Franklin

      I loved this, a bit like my attempt to write about music’s circle of fifths a few weeks ago. Alphabet lace. So wonderful.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Aw, thanks, Darlene. So glad you liked it.

    3. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      So many ‘just the right choice’ of words used in both your poems. Lovely.

      1. Claudsy Avatar
        Claudsy

        Thanks so much, Debi. I’m glad you liked them.

  37. Chi Holder Avatar
    Chi Holder

    what is
    poetry?
    pixilated
    lyrics sprinkled on blank
    paper

    1. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      Wow. “Pixilated lyrics? Wonderful!

      1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
        georgeplace2013

        Yes!!

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Succinct but formidable, Chi. Good for you. I like it.

    3. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I love the word, pixilated. Good one, Chi.

      1. Chi Holder Avatar
        Chi Holder

        Thank you. I love the word. Had to use it!

    4. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      nice work, Chi

      1. Chi Holder Avatar
        Chi Holder

        Thank you! Hope you enjoyed it.

  38. Priti Avatar
    Priti

    Please Read-
    Of simple things I try to write
    Poetry, in every sight
    Rhythmic words like soaring kites
    Amplify my every bite
    Makes me dive in deeper seas
    Contemplate and twist my keys
    Like a best friend it’s with me
    Showing me,new sides of me
    Now I send some thoughts to you
    Sharing some of what I view
    Maybe you will find some reds
    Linking to your inner threads—–

    1. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      This is full of wonderful lines, my favorite being “Rhythmic words like soaring kites.” Thanks.

    2. Darlene Franklin Avatar
      Darlene Franklin

      So clear, so true. The art of showing of showing the importance of the small things

    3. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Priti, this flows so smoothly, I got to the end before expecting it. Poetry does all of those things you’ve described with such grace. Well done.

    4. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      I like “Makes me dive in deeper seas.” So true

  39. Wm Preston Avatar
    Wm Preston

    REMINDER

    Please note:
    Only poets
    Employ the strong measures
    Meant to make music without tune-
    Smithing.

    copyright 2914, William Preston

    1. Darlene Franklin Avatar
      Darlene Franklin

      So does that make rappers poets?

      1. Wm Preston Avatar
        Wm Preston

        I don’t know; the only ones I ever heard of were the Fox Sisters.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      So true and something we never think about. Good one, William.

    3. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      Smithing…love that concept.

  40. Darlene Franklin Avatar
    Darlene Franklin

    The Road to Poetry

    Addicted with the first story
    Twenty years and more
    Words slip and slide
    One sentence, one chapter, one book
    Jonesing for a fix at opus number thirty
    Demanding a more powerful drug
    Adding rhythm and rhyme
    One word, one rhyme, one line
    Words reborn as poetry
    Dare I proclaim it?
    A writer? Yes.
    A poet?
    I must

    Not sure if this is what the prompt meant but . . . anything goes, more or less, right?

    1. Wm Preston Avatar
      Wm Preston

      This looks and sounds right, in my opinion.

    2. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Darlene, you have taken a different route to get here, as many of us have. I, too, write novels. Moving prose into poetry is difficult, but good lyric prose always stands on the edge of formless verse. You haven’t stepped on my toes here. That’s for sure.

      1. Darlene Franklin Avatar
        Darlene Franklin

        When describing something in my books, it often comes out poetic. And when I am steeped in feeling, it comes out in devotionals and poems. . .I have downloaded low-price books ($ .99) of poetry by Emily Dickenson and Shakespeare. I’m also a fan of Robert Frost. I’m afraid I am ignorant of contemporary poets.

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          You’re not alone in not recognizing the contemporary poets of note, Darlene. I discover new ones each day and glory in the new tomes of verse. 🙂

          1. Darlene Franklin Avatar
            Darlene Franklin

            You are a very encouraging mentor–know that you have my thanks

            1. Claudsy Avatar
              Claudsy

              Aw, thank you, Darlene. I appreciate that vote of confidence. You’re not that far behind me in time spent doing verse, you know.

  41. Henrietta Choplin Avatar
    Henrietta Choplin

    (I hope this is not too bizarre for the prompt– I just couldn’t get it to go where “I” thought it should go!)
    {Poem w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com}

    Lost Poem

    There’s rhythm in the waves today
    Slow and steady, across the page.

    …Rhythm in the waves today
    …And steady, across the page.

    …In the waves today,
    …Steady across the page.

    …The waves today
    …across the page

    …Waves today
    …the page

    …Today,
    …page.

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      This progression isn’t bizarre, Hen. It worked for me as a showing of the whittling down we can and often do in our poetry–a kind of reduction to essence we strive for. Good for you.

      1. Henrietta Choplin Avatar
        Henrietta Choplin

        Oh!! Thank you, Clauds! It’s a refreshing perspective— I kept feeling like it was about losing my train of thought and erasing words, and finally, left with only a blank page — 🙂 !! This is definitely one where the little muse took off like the Gingerbread man… ❤ !!

        1. Claudsy Avatar
          Claudsy

          🙂

        2. georgeplace2013 Avatar
          georgeplace2013

          I can see both view points but looking at it from the readers angle, I think the thinning out of words reveals the poems depth. As it depletes it makes one think. I like where the muse took this : )

          1. Henrietta Choplin Avatar
            Henrietta Choplin

            Ahh… yesss… I Love that…. Thank you, so much!!

  42. connielpeters Avatar
    connielpeters

    Mightier than the Sword

    Tiny targets tremble
    as monsters rage in anger.
    Hope glimmers, skitters, snuffs,
    and comes to a complete stop.
    In the downward spiral of violence
    a sharpened pencil pierces
    and pushes through to pillows,
    sunlight, azure skies, laughter,
    and delicate petals of orange tiger lilies.
    Ah! What poetry can do!

    1. Claudsy Avatar
      Claudsy

      Excellent, Connie. Such fire. I love “and pushes through to pillows,
      sunlight, azure skies, laughter,
      and delicate petals of orange tiger lilies.
      Ah! What poetry can do!”

    2. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I love the direction this poem took, Connie.

    3. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      love your word choices, Connie.

  43. Darlene Franklin Avatar
    Darlene Franklin

    What wonders I wrote. . .before the words disappeared. Enjoyed this very much.

  44. Meena Rose Avatar
    Meena Rose

    Fog, Dusk and Beyond
    By: Meena Rose

    The fog at dusk is crowded now;
    Humanity’s observers now congregate
    For their ritual discourse.

    The congregation made up of poets;
    Of seasons past and of seasons to come.

    The eclectic delegation hosted by poets
    Of the current season.

    Their powers traverse time and space;
    Their perceptions vast and deep.

    They are grading Humanity’s progress now;
    Dismayed and pleased all the same.

    The state of consciousness is amiss;
    Yet portions shine true.

    Discourse over;
    Plan for the year set;
    Congregation dismissed.

    The fog at dusk is empty now;
    Already awaiting next year.

    1. georgeplace2013 Avatar
      georgeplace2013

      congregation of poets – ha, I really like the things that can imply. Nice

    2. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      This is a fascinating vision, well and cleverly presented, in my opinion.

  45. magicalmysticalteacher Avatar
    magicalmysticalteacher

    under the willow
    reading books of poetry—
    sudden thunderstorm

    1. William Preston Avatar
      William Preston

      This is interesting; it seems to straddle haiku and senryu. Raises all kind sof images. Great job, in my view.

  46. georgeplace2013 Avatar
    georgeplace2013

    sudden thunderstorm… lots of goodness there

  47. seingraham Avatar
    seingraham

    Everything on here is so good this week (as per usual) but I don’t know if I’ll get back to comment on anything individually or not…my plate seems rather over-full right now (no excuse, I know, but it’s the only one I have) Great to see you Nancy, at the helm – thanks to both you and Walt for continuing to nurture the garden. Here’s my effort, an oldie but I think it works for this prompt..

    The Trouble with Poetry

    She’s impossible
    A harsher mistress
    You can’t imagine
    Demanding to a fault
    She will make you
    Give up friends
    And family and live
    In poverty and isolation
    Without a thought
    For your well-being

    And you may chase
    Her from your
    Life believing you
    Are better off without
    Her but eventually
    A time will come:
    Your dog will die
    Your wife will leave
    Or it could be you just
    Can’t sleep
    She will call to you

    Sexy, sultry as any siren
    You will not be able
    To deny the itching
    In your palms
    Until you sit down
    With a pen
    Or a laptop
    And answer her
    At last
    But by then
    She will be out
    For blood.

    S.E.Ingraham©

    1. purplepeninportland Avatar
      purplepeninportland

      I love this, Sharon. Out for blood, indeed!

  48. iaindouglaskemp Avatar
    iaindouglaskemp

    Cats, Poetry & Death #57:
    On Crossing the Great Divide

    Sit a while and I will read
    tales of yore to thee
    Rest your eyes and I will feed
    the visions closed eyes see

    Let the cat purr you to sleep
    as my rhyme and meter sway
    slip silently into the deep
    slumber and drift away

    In you dreams you’ll hear
    voices crying out aloud
    heartfelt wishes full of cheer
    to make you strong and proud

    Be not afraid of saying adieu
    take heart and seek the light
    as I whisper farewell to you
    and you enter the endless night

    T’were spoken oft in the past
    how a poet’s words can soothe
    and to hear his words spoken last
    would help you gently move

    From here into the next place
    and rising with strength reborn
    and a broad smile on your face
    you’ll welcome death’s first morn

    For It’s the poet’s words and the cat’s
    meow that lighten loads and hearts
    and lay out garlanded welcome mats
    and hail Ambrosia laden carts

    As Elysian Fields beckon thee
    and the spectre’d veil falls
    lend your ear once more to me
    afore it hears the final bugle call

    So goodbye, if it must be so,
    as you take your final breath
    one last verse before you go
    of Cats, Poetry and Death.

    Iain

    1. Linda E.H, Avatar
      Linda E.H,

      These is my favorite stanza:

      For it’s the poet’s words and the cat’s
      meow that lighten loads and hearts
      and lay out garlanded welcome mats
      and hail Ambrosia laden carts

      1. iaindouglaskemp Avatar
        iaindouglaskemp

        Thanks Linda 🙂

  49. poetryshack Avatar
    poetryshack

    Roots to Pen

    From roots to pen
    we poem and write again
    From experiences we gather
    weathering storms or in the norm
    Pooled and stocked rich in the memory banks ready for distribution
    when the time is right for dispensing

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