I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote last. I've decided to increase my prolificity and what better way than to make an addition to my Pleiades collection. Since it is Wednesday, it seemed reasonable to use Three Word Wednesday to oil my rusty muse.
East
Eating Dismal Waffle
Every Bird Hopes To
Entreat From Hallowed Ground
Early Luscious Worm Tries
Escaping Beak And Claw
Existing Past His Fate
Enjoying One More Day
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Friday, November 11, 2011
Dove (9-Nov-2011)
My sweetie has been gone all week building houses in Haiti. I decided to use 3WW to write a poem. I chose the pleiades form to add to that collection.
Dove
drank of the wellspring of
delicious love I have
decided to hitch my
desires to one whom
dances on pin heads with
deafening life she will
dig to muster my soul
Dove
drank of the wellspring of
delicious love I have
decided to hitch my
desires to one whom
dances on pin heads with
deafening life she will
dig to muster my soul
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Untitled (1-July-2010)
I'll be bluntly honest that I think this one sucks. There was a lot of commotion while I was trying to write this which made it hard to concentrate. It is in villanelle form using this week's Three Word Wednesday prompt.
Untitled
And Life will collect
With no bit ofhassle
What Death must reject
Do You suspect
That you are its Vassal
And Life will collect
Or can You detect
With Motive most facile
What Death must reject
No Moat can protect
YourWealth and your castle
And Life will collect
For Mirrors reflect
Inner Selves gracile
What Death must reject
Intuition willinject
On Cap with limp tassel
And Life will collect
What Death must reject
Untitled
And Life will collect
With no bit of
What Death must reject
Do You suspect
That you are its Vassal
And Life will collect
Or can You detect
With Motive most facile
What Death must reject
No Moat can protect
Your
And Life will collect
For Mirrors reflect
Inner Selves gracile
What Death must reject
Intuition will
On Cap with limp tassel
And Life will collect
What Death must reject
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Saving the Blog (10-Feb-2010)
My blog has been getting a lot of spam comments lately. I suspect it is because I haven't posted in so long. I took it as a sign I should post something so I went to Three Word Wednesday and this is what turned out
Saving the Blog
Loquacious and Lucid
Loving and Loved
Righteous and Righted
Ribald and Roan
Salvaged and Saved
Savaged and Sewn
Saving the Blog
Loquacious and Lucid
Loving and Loved
Righteous and Righted
Ribald and Roan
Salvaged and Saved
Savaged and Sewn
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wounded Mosaic (21-Mar-2008)
Lazy as ever, here are this week's Three Word Wednesday, and Poefusion's Friday 5, and Monday Mural.
This took considerable time to work out and when I finished I realized I could order the couplets into a light rhyme scheme. But to do that effectively I had to lengthen the poem. I'm still not sure I'm completely satisfied with the result but it is what it is: finished.
Wounded Mosaic
As promised, here is the original ordering of the lines. This is how they came to me. Somewhere around the half-way point, I realized they would need reordered and concentrated on just making the pairings. I initialy tried to find a thematic way to order them but after looking at them, I saw that there were some that nearly rhymed and used that to organize them. Once finished, I saw that I was short and had to create a few more.
Original ordering
I must also admit to changing some of the words to meet the prompts. The original line, which I still like better, was
but I realized I hadn't used "kiss" yet so changed it. But I can see it either way as kissing a wound evokes images of a mother caring for a hurt child which does fit the sense of the poem.
This took considerable time to work out and when I finished I realized I could order the couplets into a light rhyme scheme. But to do that effectively I had to lengthen the poem. I'm still not sure I'm completely satisfied with the result but it is what it is: finished.
Wounded Mosaic
broken Pieces
assembled Oddly
shattered Life
ever Tangled
fenced Mind
trained Harshly
spent Money
poorly Bartered
open Wound
never Kissed
provoked Thought
not Understood
cracked Smile
faintly Simpering
missing Self
forgotten Good
tear-stained Vail
fully Sodden
hurting Hand
wanting Gloved
brittle Soul
shamefully Hidden
lost Heart
needing Love
As promised, here is the original ordering of the lines. This is how they came to me. Somewhere around the half-way point, I realized they would need reordered and concentrated on just making the pairings. I initialy tried to find a thematic way to order them but after looking at them, I saw that there were some that nearly rhymed and used that to organize them. Once finished, I saw that I was short and had to create a few more.
Original ordering
broken Pieces
assembled Oddly
shattered Life
ever Tangled
brittle Soul
shamefully Hidden
lost Heart
needing Love
fenced Mind
trained Harshly
open Wound
never Kissed
cracked Smile
faintly Simpering
spent Money
poorly Bartered
provoked Thought
not Understood
missing Self
forgotten Good
tear-stained Vail
fully Sodden
hurting Hand
wanting Gloved
I must also admit to changing some of the words to meet the prompts. The original line, which I still like better, was
open Wound
never Healed
but I realized I hadn't used "kiss" yet so changed it. But I can see it either way as kissing a wound evokes images of a mother caring for a hurt child which does fit the sense of the poem.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Numb (13-Mar-2008)
I have been wanting to write a villanelle since I wrote a pantoum. I find these forms help to focus me which is something with which I still struggle. For this one, I decided to throw in the Three Word Wednesday words and I also used the Totally Optional Prompts theme of Smoke & Mirrors. In my mind, that is reflected here because it comes from a place in me where I realize that so much of what we believe of life is an illusion.
As always, I desperately struggled with a title on this one. For some reason it was even harder than usual. In the end, I decided to go with how it feels to read it aloud.
Numb
Blood drips down my thumb;
Trickling from my arm,
And I am numb.
My voice pinched to dumb,
But no sense of alarm;
Blood drips down my thumb,
Life began as a drum,
But has lost its charm
And I am numb.
An apartment dark and glum;
No door to keep out harm;
Blood drips down my thumb.
My heart no-one to strum;
No harvest on that farm
And I am numb.
I hope my time has come.
My pain shall death disarm.
Blood drips down my thumb,
And I am numb.
As always, I desperately struggled with a title on this one. For some reason it was even harder than usual. In the end, I decided to go with how it feels to read it aloud.
Numb
Blood drips down my thumb;
Trickling from my arm,
And I am numb.
My voice pinched to dumb,
But no sense of alarm;
Blood drips down my thumb,
Life began as a drum,
But has lost its charm
And I am numb.
An apartment dark and glum;
No door to keep out harm;
Blood drips down my thumb.
My heart no-one to strum;
No harvest on that farm
And I am numb.
I hope my time has come.
My pain shall death disarm.
Blood drips down my thumb,
And I am numb.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Why? (9-Mar-2008)
I saw my love for the first time today since she left me. It was only in passing and yet I miss her so and it reminds me of the one question I cannot answer. In an effort to provide some focus, I used the words from Three Word Wednesday and the Poefusion Friday 5. It remains a little unfocused but, then again, so am I.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
I see a body at rest
On a cold slab of sidewalk.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
The blood in my heart
Creates a racket that will not silence.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
She smiles at me;
Pain coils me snug as a snake.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
The past boggles my mind;
Was it real? Where did it go?
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
Our fertile green soil
Has been twice salted.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
I see a body at rest
On a cold slab of sidewalk.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
The blood in my heart
Creates a racket that will not silence.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
She smiles at me;
Pain coils me snug as a snake.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
The past boggles my mind;
Was it real? Where did it go?
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
Our fertile green soil
Has been twice salted.
Why?
I cannot answer this question.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
On Being Perfect (28-Feb-2008)
I'll let you decide if this was ingenious or just plain lazy but I decided to complete three of this week's assignements in one poem. So here for your consideration are the Poefusion Friday 5 and 3WW in the ReadWritePoem requested pantoum form.
On Being Perfect
He tied his life in parcels small
Each bound tight with bits of string
Then hung with care upon a wall
Apologies owed for not a thing.
Each bound tight with bits of string
A mural made for all to see;
Apologies owed for not a thing
His life so tidy; nothing free.
A mural made for all to see;
Considered him in light so bright.
His life so tidy; nothing free,
So all his faults could not take flight.
Considered him in light so bright.
Dilated eyes with vision blurred
So all his faults could not take flight
His past in present deep interred.
Dilated eyes with vision blurred
His life to all now unkempt seemed.
His past in present deep interred
And distant gone was all he dreamed.
His life to all now unkempt seemed
Yet in such light no place to hide
And distant gone was all he dreamed
His muraled wall the truth decried.
Yet in such light no place to hide
His parcels seeping poison stored.
His muraled wall the truth decried
A heart of vinegar his reward.
On Being Perfect
He tied his life in parcels small
Each bound tight with bits of string
Then hung with care upon a wall
Apologies owed for not a thing.
Each bound tight with bits of string
A mural made for all to see;
Apologies owed for not a thing
His life so tidy; nothing free.
A mural made for all to see;
Considered him in light so bright.
His life so tidy; nothing free,
So all his faults could not take flight.
Considered him in light so bright.
Dilated eyes with vision blurred
So all his faults could not take flight
His past in present deep interred.
Dilated eyes with vision blurred
His life to all now unkempt seemed.
His past in present deep interred
And distant gone was all he dreamed.
His life to all now unkempt seemed
Yet in such light no place to hide
And distant gone was all he dreamed
His muraled wall the truth decried.
Yet in such light no place to hide
His parcels seeping poison stored.
His muraled wall the truth decried
A heart of vinegar his reward.
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