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GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – THREE-LEGGED RACE

July 26 – Remember three-legged races? Two legs tied together and an awkward run for the finish line? Today we’re doing the poetic version. A three stanza poem where the last word or line begins the next stanza. Any length on any subject. Just tie it together and head for the finish line.

STAYING ON THE TRAIL

July 25 – AT YOUR SERVICE

July 24 – IT’S RAINING AGAIN (OUTSIDE)

July 23 – YOUR AREA ADVENTURES

July 22 – CAMP DANCE; SUMMER ROMANCE

July 21 – SCAVENGER HUNT

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42 thoughts on “GRANADA CAMP FOR WAYWARD POETS – THREE-LEGGED RACE

  1. NOW IS THE TIME

    Sometimes life is a three-legged race
    which completely befuddles us because
    we think we’re upright or on a treadmill
    gliding through our days at our own pace.
    We walk the walk and hardly ever pause
    to notice nature and take our fill.

    “Fill our eyes with sights of trees and flowers?”
    We tell ourselves, “Who’s got that time to waste?
    Life is short. There’s money to be earned.”
    Three-leggedly we drag our feet past towers
    of sycamores, colors of Queen Anne’s Lace,
    the beauty of mountains, the leaf, the fern.

    “Fern? Why should I care? Life is rushing by!”
    And so with one leg tied to the next guy’s leg
    we haul our ambitious selves toward success,
    but one day the race will end. We’ll die.
    No second chance regardless how we beg,
    so now’s the time to reap true happiness.

    #

  2. William Preston on said:

    THE CORNER OAK

    There it stands, an oak so old,
    its very trunk seems burnished gold;
    a living link to ancient stories:

    stories told when it was thin,
    a sapling rising like a grin
    to welcome sunshine to the land,

    land that now I stand upon
    and think that, ever and anon,
    this oak will still be standing there.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  3. Great start gentlemen!

  4. connielpeters on said:

    Lost and Hungry

    We wandered down the same old path
    With just a moments rest
    Not even bread left in our sacks
    Which bugs would taste the best?

    Best cook them first in the stew pot
    Over an open fire
    We gathered up some short, dry sticks
    The night of the bug pyre

    Pyre down a shade or two
    We dreamed that on the grill
    We’d cook blueberry pancakes
    Till tummy noises stilled

  5. ejparsons on said:

    Start to Finish

    When you really think about it
    And think about it you should
    Will your finish be any better
    Than the start you started with
    Or will it be all for naught?

    Not that it really matters much
    When it’s all said and done
    ‘Cause nothing can be redone
    That’s already been completed
    What we do is what we bear

    Bare your soul unto the truth
    We only know the starting point
    The finish line will hit the fan
    Most likely when least expected
    Be ready for it, no matter when

    © 2014 Earl Parsons

    • Wm Preston on said:

      This is cleverly done; the twists in the linking words adds a bit or urgency to the reading, in my opinion.

  6. Artistic Wanderings

    The summer has been cool,
    no droughts,
    no heat waves to shake things up…

    shake things up by making a scene
    your own –
    create your soul into expression…

    expression opens up the windows
    to let our dreams…
    fly free.

  7. Buddy Cide-By-Cide System

    It’s a buddy-cide-by-cide system,
    But not holding hands,

    Hands are just too normal,
    Normal isn’t normally us.

    Us, not us, as in Usual or Useful,
    Useful we are not.

    Not knotted, knitted or fitted,
    But our legs twisty-tied into threes.

    Threes through trees, and in lateens,
    It’s a buddy-cide-by-cide system!

    >

  8. Darlene Franklin on said:

    A LA TOLKIEN

    On a hill faraway
    He was nailed to our cross
    Please forgive, his prayer
    In His death, our sin lost
    One King will rule us all

    Rule us all? We think not
    I refuse to bow down
    Your wide nets cast for naught
    Till in sin’s sea I drown
    Long He sings to find us

    Find us? While He waits
    Ripened fields I will reap
    Prayers for souls carry weight
    Sowing seeds I will weep
    Unseen wings bring us all
    To His home eternal

  9. Priti on said:

    First Kiss

    Quivering lips
    Discovering new paths
    First kiss

    First kiss
    Uncovering new scents
    Shimmering petals

    Shimmering petals
    Like a flower in moon
    Feeling beautiful

  10. (Poem w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com)

    Couple’s Race

    A piece of leather
    Entwined in
    Lace, colorfully

    Lace colorfully
    Pure, simple
    In leathery strength

    Strength holds us steady
    As we race
    Binding. Leather, lace.

  11. SHE RISES

    Morning becomes her,
    she languishes like the sun
    rising to fill him with her warmth.
    She owns his heart.

    His heart is strong,
    holding her closely to his chest.
    She echoes his beat –
    the pulse is shared together.

    Shared, together love grows
    in the rising of emotions.
    The day begins in her embrace.
    Morning becomes her.

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  13. While Eye of East Sleeps

    I arise early
    stirred by Spirit –
    world seems still
    rapt of blue,
    I slip from cocoon…
    collected from rest
    beckoned to edge
    where roots ripple
    and tendrils spiral.

    Spiral beneath surface
    propelled by Gaia –
    vines slice grit of bank,
    they wend and wind
    traveling downward,
    a slow pace – a tender fury.
    They shake indiscernibly
    with efforts of reaching
    and it’s there that it breathes.

    Breathes in the shadows –
    motionless – perching,
    curious creature crowned black,
    wild-crimson-eyes searching.
    It lingers in the dimness of dawn
    on the soft moss of marsh shore,
    Night Heron pierces dark
    shatters silk of sleepy sapphire globe
    with its brilliant-shrill-call.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

    About the inspiration…My sister and her husband spotted one of these, “Black-crowned Night Heron” in their backyard! 🙂

  14. Bear Countdown

    My summer camp project
    in an unfinished hulk,
    and there are only five days left.

    There are only five days left,
    and you can’t tell my carving’s a bear.
    Whittle away, I must.

    Whittle away, I must
    or my parents will not have a gift,
    and there are only five days left.

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  16. Some great 3-leggers here. Sorry I’m late:

    It’s sports day today
    with bizarre events to play
    and lots of giggles.

    Giggles make it fun
    take pain away from tumbles
    in silly sack race.

    Race to finish line
    puffing from the exertion
    worth it when we win.

  17. janeshlensky on said:

    Anniversary Day

    We’ve been tied together
    for twenty-four years
    with elastic

    elastic habits have formed;
    we fill and move like water
    into empty spaces, fluid

    fluid as rising tides
    each powerful, with one leg
    tethered to make us a new animal

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