Love is about as sure as a race horse.
The odds may be good
But there are no sure things.
You can't bet on any one horse and know it will win
You can't bet on any one relationship and know it will last.
I'm feeling a bit down today and I owe some poems for NaPoWriMo . . . this was inspired by my mood and the Kentucky Derby on Saturday (although Nyquist was the odds on winner; who did, in fact, win).
Monday, May 9, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Napowrimo 2016 Day 27
The prompt for day 27 was to write a poem with long lines . . .
Arbitrations consisting of compromises are often necessary in this life
If we choose happiness, we can enjoy our time on the planet rather than live with strife
Compared to the life of the earth, each of our lives is rather ephemeral
However, though we are only here for a small fraction of time, our actions ripple through the ages
The consequences of our actions may be minimal during our lifetimes but dire for the earth
And so we must arbitrate and compromise with the earth
Undo what we have done and show her what she is worth.
I suppose this could've worked for the Earth Day prompt as well. Most of my lines are long, I think.
Arbitrations consisting of compromises are often necessary in this life
If we choose happiness, we can enjoy our time on the planet rather than live with strife
Compared to the life of the earth, each of our lives is rather ephemeral
However, though we are only here for a small fraction of time, our actions ripple through the ages
The consequences of our actions may be minimal during our lifetimes but dire for the earth
And so we must arbitrate and compromise with the earth
Undo what we have done and show her what she is worth.
I suppose this could've worked for the Earth Day prompt as well. Most of my lines are long, I think.
Has April been a long line month? I'm not so sure,
Sharon
Napowrimo 2016 Day 28
I've fallen quite behind it seems, I'll just shrug and trudge on.
Her eyes suddenly flew open, unsettled by the dream
Finally their lips met in the middle of the space, but he wasn't who she should have been kissing
Her eyes eased closed as they leaned closer still
They leaned in so close they were breathing the same air -conspiring
She wanted to tell him the truth but her words did not come
He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand
He raised his eyebrows, sensing her nerves
She looked at him her eyes wide with worry.
Her eyes settled closed as she dozed off to sleep . . .
Today's prompt was to write a poem that tells a story backwards. As you can see, I had trouble thinking of lines toward the ending of the poem/beginning of the story.
Her eyes suddenly flew open, unsettled by the dream
Finally their lips met in the middle of the space, but he wasn't who she should have been kissing
Her eyes eased closed as they leaned closer still
They leaned in so close they were breathing the same air -conspiring
She wanted to tell him the truth but her words did not come
He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand
He raised his eyebrows, sensing her nerves
She looked at him her eyes wide with worry.
Her eyes settled closed as she dozed off to sleep . . .
Today's prompt was to write a poem that tells a story backwards. As you can see, I had trouble thinking of lines toward the ending of the poem/beginning of the story.
The journey is almost over!
-Sharon
Monday, April 25, 2016
Napowrimo 2016 Day 25
In a kingdom by the sea
A knight struck down my heart and conquered me.
But I took more after the sea than he
And forever perplexed my love - he
Could not understand
Why I wanted to venture off to foreign lands
He thought I ought to be content holding hands.
But like the sea I longed to touch distant sands.
He captured me and caged me
This turn of events only enraged me
I was not a trinket to be locked away
I longed to run in nature and play.
One night I flirted with the guard
And snuck away and stowed on a barge.
I travelled across the seas
Far from the knight I once held dear
But then I heard stories of a knight who fell -
in love. Only to be left a lovelorn fool.
The stories said too, the knight had fallen quite ill
My heart pricked - I loved my knight even still.
I returned to that kingdom
And found him laying in a darkened room.
I took his hands in mine and
He looked perplexed at me.
He asked why I'd returned
And I told him that my heart burned
I loved him more
Than any foreign shore.
At last, I was content simply holding his hands.
Today's prompt was to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem. I have chosen the second line of Edgar Allen Poe's Annabel Lee. It has a different overall feel than that poem, but I think it still has a sadness to it. I hope you enjoyed my little story poem. Love always prevails, I think. I suppose its like The Taming of the Shrew, but in this case she was tamed because she wanted to.
Wishing you well,
Sharon
Time to play catch-up: Napowrimo 2016 Day 22-24
Day 22
Earth Day Poem
We vacationed by the sea
A love for nature grew in me
Now the natural world I study
It is my hope
To avoid the world depicted in Wall-e
Education is the key
To make sure that people are caring
About the world instead of disparaging
The land we have is a masterpiece
Filled with wonder and majesty
The plants, the animals, the fungi, the algae
All are in our care
Like Atlas we stand,
Holding the future of the world in our hands
Day 23
Sonnet (check back later . . . )
Day 24
Mix-and-match poem (check back later . . . )
Earth Day Poem
We vacationed by the sea
A love for nature grew in me
Now the natural world I study
It is my hope
To avoid the world depicted in Wall-e
Education is the key
To make sure that people are caring
About the world instead of disparaging
The land we have is a masterpiece
Filled with wonder and majesty
The plants, the animals, the fungi, the algae
All are in our care
Like Atlas we stand,
Holding the future of the world in our hands
Day 23
Sonnet (check back later . . . )
Day 24
Mix-and-match poem (check back later . . . )
I've still got some work to do,
Sharon
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Napowrimo 2016 - Day 21
Today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day! Take a poem and carry it in your pocket, yay!
Today's prompt over at Napowrimo.net is inspired by the style of Rosa Jamali's poetry. Specifically the prompt is to write a poem from the point of a view of a minor character of a fairy tale or myth. Inspired by the thunderstorm we are currently experiencing, I have chosen to write about the dragon in Beowulf. Dragon in Beowulf? You are thinking. After Beowulf kills Grendel, we are told that Beowulf was compared to Sigemund, who killed a dragon all by himself. And THAT is the dragon I am talking about. Additionally, I am wishing I knew how to imitate the sound of a thunderstorm in the form of the poem . . . but I am not talented enough to do that, so I'm trying to find a form that seems appropriate or I may just write in free-verse.
The musky scent of human fills my nostrils
I slowly open my eyes and gaze out
Across my pile of collected gold.
I do not see the man creature,
But I know that he is there.
The sound of rolling thunder echoes throughout my lair
As I clear my throat.
I hear the clink of of coin hitting coin
Cascading down my pile.
I turn toward the sound.
I inhale deeply through my nostrils
Then exhale a sharp, flaming blast.
I do not smell the familiar scent of burnt flesh and hair
As I have when other humans intruded in my lair.
This one must be different; more prepared.
"Who dares enter my lair?"
I growl.
The echo reverberate around the room
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly I realize he is right beside me - too late for me to flee
Or burn him into a man cookie.
I feel the sting within my flesh
A spot where the scales had fallen off the night before.
I think this is quite unfortunate
And I feel the end drawing near
And my scaly, reptilian heart fills with fear.
"Haha you blasted lizard."
Is the last thing that echoes in my ear.
I feel bad for the dragon . . .
Today's prompt over at Napowrimo.net is inspired by the style of Rosa Jamali's poetry. Specifically the prompt is to write a poem from the point of a view of a minor character of a fairy tale or myth. Inspired by the thunderstorm we are currently experiencing, I have chosen to write about the dragon in Beowulf. Dragon in Beowulf? You are thinking. After Beowulf kills Grendel, we are told that Beowulf was compared to Sigemund, who killed a dragon all by himself. And THAT is the dragon I am talking about. Additionally, I am wishing I knew how to imitate the sound of a thunderstorm in the form of the poem . . . but I am not talented enough to do that, so I'm trying to find a form that seems appropriate or I may just write in free-verse.
The musky scent of human fills my nostrils
I slowly open my eyes and gaze out
Across my pile of collected gold.
I do not see the man creature,
But I know that he is there.
The sound of rolling thunder echoes throughout my lair
As I clear my throat.
I hear the clink of of coin hitting coin
Cascading down my pile.
I turn toward the sound.
I inhale deeply through my nostrils
Then exhale a sharp, flaming blast.
I do not smell the familiar scent of burnt flesh and hair
As I have when other humans intruded in my lair.
This one must be different; more prepared.
"Who dares enter my lair?"
I growl.
The echo reverberate around the room
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly I realize he is right beside me - too late for me to flee
Or burn him into a man cookie.
I feel the sting within my flesh
A spot where the scales had fallen off the night before.
I think this is quite unfortunate
And I feel the end drawing near
And my scaly, reptilian heart fills with fear.
"Haha you blasted lizard."
Is the last thing that echoes in my ear.
I feel bad for the dragon . . .
I hope your poetic escapades are happier than this,
Sharon
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Napowrimo 2016 Day 20 - Poem for Westley
Gasp! Two-thirds of the way finished? Oh dear . . . I love having the daily prompts from napowrimo and I never know where to find interesting poetry prompts the rest of the year -.
Today's prompt over at napowrimo is to write a poem consisting of kennings. Which is, apparently, "calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description." When I first read this, I thought my family was made for this! We tend to call things by kennings all the time; for example if you hear someone in my family refer to "Hot Topics Geek Squad" we are actually talking about the popular tv sitcom, "The Big Bang Theory" and just the other day I was talking to my mom and told her my "age card" was going to expire and she knew that I was referring to my driver's license. I think the impressive thing about my family's use of kennings is that even if its the first time we've ever used a particular kenning, we almost always know what we're talking about. So I was confident . . . at first. But then I couldn't think of multiple kennings to describe one person, place, or thing, so I guess we'll see if I manage to come up with anything . . .
Poem for Westley
Wild and crazy guy
Of cinematic origins
Charismatic
Friend to all
Sometimes you're a pillow stealer
Other times you're a laundry sleeper
Often a furious chewer
Always a voracious eater
You who tilt at windmills
Excavator of my bed
Usually quiet, almost to the point of muteness
Startled sound maker
Squeaky toy lover
Happiness you always spread
Sometimes I wonder
If you're a ghost noticer
Or just a supersonic hearer
You could be called Sir Pants-a-lot
Smartly mischievous
Layer beside me
A velcro dog, you probably are
Company keeper
"Pure comfort" some might say
Probably a foodie
But for sure
The conqueror of my heart.
Not sure these would be classified as kennings; I think they are more like near-kennings. Westley is my puppy by the way; I could explain more, but I think its more fun this way.
Today's prompt over at napowrimo is to write a poem consisting of kennings. Which is, apparently, "calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description." When I first read this, I thought my family was made for this! We tend to call things by kennings all the time; for example if you hear someone in my family refer to "Hot Topics Geek Squad" we are actually talking about the popular tv sitcom, "The Big Bang Theory" and just the other day I was talking to my mom and told her my "age card" was going to expire and she knew that I was referring to my driver's license. I think the impressive thing about my family's use of kennings is that even if its the first time we've ever used a particular kenning, we almost always know what we're talking about. So I was confident . . . at first. But then I couldn't think of multiple kennings to describe one person, place, or thing, so I guess we'll see if I manage to come up with anything . . .
Poem for Westley
Wild and crazy guy
Of cinematic origins
Charismatic
Friend to all
Sometimes you're a pillow stealer
Other times you're a laundry sleeper
Often a furious chewer
Always a voracious eater
You who tilt at wind
Excavator of my bed
Usually quiet, almost to the point of muteness
Startled sound maker
Squeaky toy lover
Happiness you always spread
Sometimes I wonder
If you're a ghost noticer
Or just a supersonic hearer
You could be called Sir Pants-a-lot
Smartly mischievous
Layer beside me
A velcro dog, you probably are
Company keeper
"Pure comfort" some might say
Probably a foodie
But for sure
The conqueror of my heart.
Not sure these would be classified as kennings; I think they are more like near-kennings. Westley is my puppy by the way; I could explain more, but I think its more fun this way.
-Sharon
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