A Pleasant Chat With Myself …with no regrets

Writing 201, poetry: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe (not that kind of apostrophe…)                      Say What, SELF? Talking to Myself is something I do Listing accomplishments, dreams, and regrets. Bragging to Self is always permitted as long as the truth is told. But sometimes I resent what SELF has to say in questioning and doubting and high-handedContinue reading “A Pleasant Chat With Myself …with no regrets”

When–Be Specific

Day 9 Writing 201,Poetry: Cold, Found Poetry, Epistrophe/Amaphora I didn’t do the “found poetry” part of the assignment yet.                                          BE SPECIFIC Once in awhile I think of the song “Once in Awhile.” Once in awhile I say hello to someone I see only once in awhile. Once in awhile it is “Now and Then” WHEN?Continue reading “When–Be Specific”

An Elegy to an Endless Moment in Time

Day 8: Writing 201,Poetry:   Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio An Endless Moment Sometimes a moment can encompass an hour, a few days or a week enhances the power of a memory — how poignant or sweet or mundane as a walk down a street. Fraught with danger, when meeting a stranger, some moments include a flash ofContinue reading “An Elegy to an Endless Moment in Time”

There’s Work to be Done…but Poetry is SUCH Fun!

Writing 201: Poetry, Day Six — Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus (what the heck is Chiasmus?)             Booksellers Lament Books in order means order in books to find them is the key with thousands of books the ONE that is wanted is the one nowhere to be found. Well, it MUST be somewhere unless it wasContinue reading “There’s Work to be Done…but Poetry is SUCH Fun!”

Thanks T. S. Eliot, I loved meeting J. Alfred Prufrock

[This poem by T. S. Eliot is my all-time favorite.  I had not decided on an appropriate entry for this weekend’s Writing 201 assignment, which was to offer a work by “someone else,” other than our own.   I suppose it was serendipity that started the sound track in my brain, whispering the words “In theContinue reading “Thanks T. S. Eliot, I loved meeting J. Alfred Prufrock”

Who said Girls are Not Good at Math?

One of the things I always wanted to understand is the wonders of Math. My algebra teacher said “try, try again, if at first you fail. An understatement…like trying to teach Math to a whale. Here is a poem I’ve penned (so to speak) which conveys the point I am trying to make for noContinue reading “Who said Girls are Not Good at Math?”

Paper, please: Ode to a Genuine Map

[Writing 201, Poetry.  DAY FOUR: Metaphors]                           Paper, Please… One of the things I quite enjoy and sorely miss is a Map, a good old fashion paper map in a neatly-folded packet. Nevermind that it opens easily, but defies return to its jacket Assuming a set of highway coordinates– say 77 and 211, a NorthContinue reading “Paper, please: Ode to a Genuine Map”

wrinkles in time, a poem

[Writing 201: Poetry, Day Three — Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme]       rhythm and flow and here we go–gathering information and seeking inspiration               Wrinkles in Time Once her skin was smooth and soft inviting a lover’s touch… Now her arms recall the delight of it all as the feeling  of warm fingers still lingers erasing theContinue reading “wrinkles in time, a poem”

A PERFECT PAST PRESENT for Poetry Class

[Writing201, Poetry.   Today’s assignment involves the word GIFT, and Crostic, and Alliteration.]         A Perfect Past Present Better a book, than a boat or a bear Or my childhood dream would be dashed Only such a gift would Keep me a happy child. I would never have wanted clothing Neither undies nor socks…in a boxContinue reading “A PERFECT PAST PRESENT for Poetry Class”