I like a rhyme that curls the toes and mists the brow telling a tale as fresh as tomorrow that comes in a dream but is real and chills the heat of the restless kiss, escaping a lover’s lips. Nothing spoken caresses the impact on the senses like a passionate poem with soul-filled stanzas I like a rhyme that curls the toes and mists the … Continue reading Soul Reverie
Some have a sailing ship named for them, with duly lauded verse Others have a baby relative named in their honor, for better or worse For me they named a hurricane Patricia…and I’m simply blown away (with apologies to Mexico…) Continue reading Namesake
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? they ask, when? When will we meet? Will we meet … Continue reading When–Be Specific
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 of lightning that strikes like a bolt and never retreats no … Continue reading An Elegy to an Endless Moment in Time
Writing 201, Poetry–Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance (This rhythym sort of works to the tune of “Sweet Betsy from Pike.” or even “Beverly Hillbilly song.”) Neighborhood Dance A natty Anteater’s Aunt wanted a chance to meet an Easy-going Eel sufficient in charms, the Idea she had was to learn how to dance, but Only one catch–the Eel had no arms. So Unity of moves was … Continue reading The Neighborhood Dance, or Taming the Wild Assonants
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 was sold! If order is everything and if everything is in … Continue reading There’s Work to be Done…but Poetry is SUCH Fun!
[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 the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo” … and … Continue reading Thanks T. S. Eliot, I loved meeting J. Alfred Prufrock