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GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – THIS AND THAT

July 18 – Today’s poem takes its lead from paired combinations of words: Salt and Pepper, Hot or Cold, Sink or Swim, High Tide. Think of pairs related to camping or the Great Outdoors. In two stanzas, write your poem, one stanza inspired by “this” and the other by “that”!

 

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 17 – SURVIVOR

July 16 – THE LAKE : OTTAVA RIMA (FORM)

July 15 – CAMP OLYMPICS

July 14 – IT’S RAINING (INSIDE)

July 13 – SENSORY OVERLOAD

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43 thoughts on “GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – THIS AND THAT

  1. OF THE MOON AND STARS

    Underneath the moon she sleeps,
    keeping his heart close and feeling
    safe and comforted by his presence.
    He is the essence of love to her,
    the glory of love for which she had sought.
    She sleep beneath the moon.

    She is his shining star, an orb
    of such brilliance that she blinds him.
    Of the many stars in the sky, his eye finds
    her. No magnification is used. How do you
    expand on the infinite scope of this bright light?
    He just continues to be blinded. He is fine with it.

  2. William Preston on said:

    DAY AND NIGHT

    In brightening skies
    a passing jay cries
    and dew in the meadow shines;
    I relish the glow
    of the sunrise show
    and the sweet sweat of the pines,

    but give me the night
    for a true sense of bright
    when the stars erupt in the sky.
    It is then that I feel
    the universe reel
    as I savor the sweet by and by.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  3. connielpeters on said:

    Rain and Puddles
    (a Golden Shovel poem)

    The sky lets loose its bounty, so
    campers dash to their tents just past three.
    It’s the stormy season of the year.
    Huddled in tents, the young feel old
    and the old feel like children.

    The sun comes out, the campers enter
    the fray, splashing about in puddles, the
    end of the week, the devil-may-care phase
    of camping, jumping, laughing, making fun of,
    stomping, getting muddy, name-calling.

    (from Child Development by Billy Collins)

  4. SUNRISE, SUNSET

    early rising sun
    shower of golden yellow
    warms a chilly tent

    beauty soothes the night
    pink and amber sky unwinds
    closes out the day

    © Susan Schoeffield

  5. Hit “Post Comment” and remembered I wanted to make a change to second stanza. Here’s Take 2:

    SUNRISE, SUNSET

    early rising sun
    shower of golden yellow
    warms a chilly tent

    beauty soothes at dusk
    pink and amber sky unwinds
    closes out the day

    © Susan Schoeffield

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  7. RJ Clarken on said:

    There’s a Reason for a Name

    Bubble and Squeak – a duo that
    acted as their nicknames implied:
    Bubble? Upbeat, animated.

    And Squeak? He’d pip. (Just think: whinchat.)
    But, side by side, they often tried
    to be a thing unrelated,

    to wear a different kind of hat
    than that, to which, their dubs were tied,
    to be differentiated.

    But every time they’d start to chat
    their monikers would be the guide:
    persona was celebrated.

    They gave it up. Too much trouble
    to get far from Squeak and Bubble.

    ###

  8. Darlene Franklin on said:

    BIG AND SMALL

    Skies past horizons
    McKinley and Everest
    God’s power displayed

    God designed chipmunks
    Hummingbirds and ladybugs
    ‘Neath His microscope

  9. Priti on said:

    Birds and Bees

    Breaking news of dawn
    Birds gather left over stars
    Fluffing their feathers

    Buttercups calling
    Revealing their honeyed hearts
    Buzzing bees, beware

  10. HERE AND THERE

    Van Camp fills the hours with things to do.
    Just when a rest would suit us fine
    He waves the activities sheet at you
    And says you’re a baby if you whine.
    Here there’s no place to run and hide.
    Not one inch will they let things slide.

    Mama says school is out; kids need a rest.
    We can sleep late, go outside and play,
    Visit the comic book store and buy the best.
    A nickel for two’s all we have to pay.
    There in our cold-water flat
    We’re free to do this or that.

    #

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  12. Sun and Shine

    Sweetest Sun,
    Come, make a prism of my soul
    pierce the innermost darkest parts –
    leave no crystal corner unlit.

    Purest Shine,
    Find your way into my every angle
    pulse a new design into my depths,
    cascade through me – perfected, a rainbow.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin

    • William Preston on said:

      The prism image is so striking; a rainbow in waiting. I think this is superb.

      • Thank you so much, William…I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂

        After reading your poem I see how the contrast can be made brilliant…I picked two words that are a little too much the same. 🙂 Next time…

  13. A poem is not with me yet… 😦

  14. Camp Choices

    Rain or shine
    Morning or night
    Breakfast or dinner
    Boys or girls
    Wade or swim
    Walk or run
    Sing or play
    Night or day
    Inside or outside
    Top bunk or bottom

    So many camp choices
    So little time

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

  15. Hide and Seek in Granada

    We looked high and low,
    poking our heads into the cabins,
    standing in a dead heat
    where the lake was alive
    with mosquitos, but could not find
    hide nor hair of our friend, Jake.

    A light began to shine across
    the dark water, and we spotted
    a rowboat carrying Jake, accompanied
    by a counselor who caught him
    trying to sneak into the girl’s
    camp. Boy was he in trouble!

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  19. Sink or Swim

    Mortification paints her face red
    as she quickly reties
    her bikini top –
    a quick glance around
    shows a trio of boys
    with identical frozen looks on their faces.

    She straightens her spine,
    gives the trio what she hopes is a glare
    and turns and walks,
    although it’s more of a march,
    back into the lake –
    to swim.

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