Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Husbands:
Equal Traits
I saw them thru rose colored glasses
I saw no faults as “Human Beings”
No less as men and husbands.
Friday, April 30, 2010
APRIL 30, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (LET ME GO)
this was written about my 2nd husband (I don't do husbands well) just before we were divorced, thought I would share this.
Let Me Go
I see no resolution
I feel no more
I place the cold steel blade
Against my wrist
It glides easily on my soft skin
One long horizontal slice
It runs like crimson paint
Spats upon the dirty white floor
My mind becomes quiet
As I watch my life flow
Over the dirty life I've led
I become sleepy
I am peaceful
For the first time in my life
I am waiting
Death to kiss
Me,
Hello
Bringing me to the World beyond
My husband screams and disses
Me again
I am awake
I do feel
I have done nothing
Except lose my life
By entwining it with his
It's mine to lose
I am gone
I am so gone
Let me go!
Let Me Go
I see no resolution
I feel no more
I place the cold steel blade
Against my wrist
It glides easily on my soft skin
One long horizontal slice
It runs like crimson paint
Spats upon the dirty white floor
My mind becomes quiet
As I watch my life flow
Over the dirty life I've led
I become sleepy
I am peaceful
For the first time in my life
I am waiting
Death to kiss
Me,
Hello
Bringing me to the World beyond
My husband screams and disses
Me again
I am awake
I do feel
I have done nothing
Except lose my life
By entwining it with his
It's mine to lose
I am gone
I am so gone
Let me go!
APRIL 30, 2010 SECOND RESPONSE (PATH'S END)
Path’s End
Where is the yellow brick road
That’s in a child’s dream?
Where is the line between
Morals taught/ Lessons learned?
Where is the blue horizon
Just as the storm arrives?
Where is the starry night sky
Just as dawn’s born?
Where is the gingerbread house,
That’s in fairy tale land?
Where is the dream of forever
That’s at path’s end!
Where is the yellow brick road
That’s in a child’s dream?
Where is the line between
Morals taught/ Lessons learned?
Where is the blue horizon
Just as the storm arrives?
Where is the starry night sky
Just as dawn’s born?
Where is the gingerbread house,
That’s in fairy tale land?
Where is the dream of forever
That’s at path’s end!
APRIL 30, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE ( THE ENDING)
For today's prompt, write a letting go poem. The poem could be about letting go of a relationship; it could be about letting go of anger; it could be about letting go of a tree branch; or it could even be about, yes, letting go of this April challenge. There are so many things we can let go.
The Ending
always and forever is the time
which I am in your heart
no matter where
no matter when
I am forever your girl
when I am touched by you
my heart quakes
my skin quivers
my soul is consumed with a loving feeling.
my time is not yet right
my love is not here
I am awaiting the ending
so my beginning can come
to share the feelings I posses
the warmth I have to give
and it belongs to you
for I am and will always be
forever your girl.
The Ending
always and forever is the time
which I am in your heart
no matter where
no matter when
I am forever your girl
when I am touched by you
my heart quakes
my skin quivers
my soul is consumed with a loving feeling.
my time is not yet right
my love is not here
I am awaiting the ending
so my beginning can come
to share the feelings I posses
the warmth I have to give
and it belongs to you
for I am and will always be
forever your girl.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
APRIL 29, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (SUDDENLY I BECAME)
For today's prompt, I want you to take the phrase "And Suddenly (blank the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "And suddenly we were lost," "And suddenly over," "And suddenly banana," "And suddenly sudden," "And suddenly the poem I was writing turned into a killer robot," etc.
Suddenly I Became
From mistress to “wife”
I became
From a family of 4
To a family of 8
From the solitude of 2
To the crowd of 8
From caring for one
To caring for all 8
Cooking for 2
To the banquet for 10
Suddenly I became
A short order cook
Trying to please
“Special Children’s Needs”
Suddenly I became the Step-Mother
For 3 more
Suddenly I became
Unemployed
Suddenly I became
Depressed
Suddenly I became
Worthless
Suddenly my life changed
And I became
Someone else
Live in maid?
Suddenly I Became
From mistress to “wife”
I became
From a family of 4
To a family of 8
From the solitude of 2
To the crowd of 8
From caring for one
To caring for all 8
Cooking for 2
To the banquet for 10
Suddenly I became
A short order cook
Trying to please
“Special Children’s Needs”
Suddenly I became the Step-Mother
For 3 more
Suddenly I became
Unemployed
Suddenly I became
Depressed
Suddenly I became
Worthless
Suddenly my life changed
And I became
Someone else
Live in maid?
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
APRIL 28, 2010 POEM A DAY (BALANCING ON LINE)
For today's prompt, write an end of the line poem. Maybe the narrator of your poem is at the end of his or her line. Other possible lines that have an end: assembly lines, phone lines, power lines, rail lines, graph lines, dotted lines, waiting lines, lines of poetry, etc.
Balancing On Line
In the glooming time
Where day exhales the
Last of the oranges
And the night inhale
The violets of darkness
There you will find
Where reality and magic
Can both be seen
In the dawn
Where night exhales the
Last of ebony
And the day inhales
The first of gold
Where magic and reality
Both will find
Me balancing on the line
Where one can hear rainbows
Balancing On Line
In the glooming time
Where day exhales the
Last of the oranges
And the night inhale
The violets of darkness
There you will find
Where reality and magic
Can both be seen
In the dawn
Where night exhales the
Last of ebony
And the day inhales
The first of gold
Where magic and reality
Both will find
Me balancing on the line
Where one can hear rainbows
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
APRIL 27, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HOPELESS HOPE)
Wow! After today, we'll be a mere three days from the end of this challenge. Today is a two for Tuesday prompt, so you've got two options:
Write a hopeful poem.
Write a hopeless poem.
Hopeless hope
She lies there in hopelessness
Her body has give up
She has no control
Everyone must chip in
To bath, feed and clean
This helpless creature
Some days there is only slumber
Not awakening for food, drinks or meds
Other times there are days without
Sleep, wiggling and hoping to get
Loose of the death hold
From the medical bed
Some days are filled with hope
That things will be alright,
As other days only tell
The tale of age just spent.
Where is one to be at 86
Hoping to leave,
Or hopeful to just stay
For one more day
Write a hopeful poem.
Write a hopeless poem.
Hopeless hope
She lies there in hopelessness
Her body has give up
She has no control
Everyone must chip in
To bath, feed and clean
This helpless creature
Some days there is only slumber
Not awakening for food, drinks or meds
Other times there are days without
Sleep, wiggling and hoping to get
Loose of the death hold
From the medical bed
Some days are filled with hope
That things will be alright,
As other days only tell
The tale of age just spent.
Where is one to be at 86
Hoping to leave,
Or hopeful to just stay
For one more day
Monday, April 26, 2010
APRIL 25, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (SINGING POEM)
For today's prompt, write a poem inspired by a song. Be sure to include the song and artist (if known) with your poem, so that we can all make our own mix CDs to write poetry.
Singing poem
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to be a toys are us kid
I don't want to be singing
I don't want to be singing
I don't want to be a singing poet!
I would have been a musician
Singing poem
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to be a toys are us kid
I don't want to be singing
I don't want to be singing
I don't want to be a singing poet!
I would have been a musician
Saturday, April 24, 2010
APRIL 24, 2010 POEM A DAY (ANXIETY ATTACK)
Anxiety Attack
It reaches up
From the bowels of hell
Traveling from toes
To the ends of hair.
Strangling the fibers
Of my being.
Holding tight
I try to breathe!
Within the fetal position
Arms crossed about my chest
Watching flashes of images
Fly across the wall then
Crawl upon my skin
Into my ears
Between my toes
Throughout my hair!
I beg for sleep
For me to be released
From this sleepless hold
Upon my soul!
It reaches up
From the bowels of hell
Traveling from toes
To the ends of hair.
Strangling the fibers
Of my being.
Holding tight
I try to breathe!
Within the fetal position
Arms crossed about my chest
Watching flashes of images
Fly across the wall then
Crawl upon my skin
Into my ears
Between my toes
Throughout my hair!
I beg for sleep
For me to be released
From this sleepless hold
Upon my soul!
APRIL 24 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (GOOD NIGHT)
4-24-2001
For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.
Good Night
Springs' night air whispers your scent
Enticing my longing to touch you
On the back porch, you sit across from me
Behind you the orange and red of sunset
Plays with the light on your hair.
As the sunset passes into dusk
I whisper "Good Night"
To the sun's last ray of day
You smile
The evening’s darkness exhales
You are with me
And I am safe in your presence.
For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.
Good Night
Springs' night air whispers your scent
Enticing my longing to touch you
On the back porch, you sit across from me
Behind you the orange and red of sunset
Plays with the light on your hair.
As the sunset passes into dusk
I whisper "Good Night"
To the sun's last ray of day
You smile
The evening’s darkness exhales
You are with me
And I am safe in your presence.
APRIL 24, 2010 THIRD RESPONSE (NIGHT LIGHT)
Night Light
Night light,
Night light:
Sit quietly within my sight.
Never knowing of the sun's plight
Having always to fight,
With the clouds’ and rains’ flight.
Seeing night light
Night light,
Always seeing of my plight,
Searching for the quiet is my fight.
For silence is the night,
And with a night light,
I am forced to write!
Night light,
Night light:
Sit quietly within my sight.
Never knowing of the sun's plight
Having always to fight,
With the clouds’ and rains’ flight.
Seeing night light
Night light,
Always seeing of my plight,
Searching for the quiet is my fight.
For silence is the night,
And with a night light,
I am forced to write!
APRIL 24, 2010 2nd response (INKY NIGHTS)
Inky nights
I've danced on Mt Siani
under the ink black night
cursing the dawn,
and fearing being alone
for I am not the true
Sunlight
Just an illusion
A spirit in flight
Romancing my passion
And dancing with pen
for all I have are memories
Of the last dance
In the inky night
Dancing in my mind
Of Mt Siani
And you
I've danced on Mt Siani
under the ink black night
cursing the dawn,
and fearing being alone
for I am not the true
Sunlight
Just an illusion
A spirit in flight
Romancing my passion
And dancing with pen
for all I have are memories
Of the last dance
In the inky night
Dancing in my mind
Of Mt Siani
And you
Thursday, April 22, 2010
APRIL 22, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (EARTHEN CONNECTION)
For today's prompt, write an Earth poem. You can decide what an Earth poem is. Maybe it's a poem about the planet; maybe it's actually the lowercase earth (a gardening or burial poem?); maybe it's just a poem that happens on (or to) Earth; maybe it's even written in the voice of extraterrestrials (that might be fun). No matter how you decide to roll with it, have a very poetic Earth Day!
Earthen Connection
I take the pitch fork out from hibernation
It has been there, in the dark corner since last spring
Hands garbed in green and white poke-a-dotted gloves
I take the sturdy handle in my right hand
And stab it into the compose of the winter
Turning each fork-fill like pancakes on a griddle
It is an act of cleansing the soil
Worms, bugs slitter and crawl by
From my rude and unannounced calling
Now with the new clean soul, I bend to my knees
In homage, to remove any stones I have shuttled to the top
Rhythmically I make straight rows
With my hands reaching deep into the soil
Tenderly, I arrange all the vegetables in order
Placing their new born roots into the holes
Covering them with care and love of the newly cultivated soil
I wipe my brow and smudge dirt across it
My knees have been blackened with my hours of work
I am exhausted
I turn on the hose
Cool the top of my head
And sun burnt back
Turn slowly and spray my new veggie garden
The pleasure of self grown veggies, or a fresh rose,
Iris, daffodil, chamomile, mint or sage beyond my door
Allows me, my private earthen connection.
Earthen Connection
I take the pitch fork out from hibernation
It has been there, in the dark corner since last spring
Hands garbed in green and white poke-a-dotted gloves
I take the sturdy handle in my right hand
And stab it into the compose of the winter
Turning each fork-fill like pancakes on a griddle
It is an act of cleansing the soil
Worms, bugs slitter and crawl by
From my rude and unannounced calling
Now with the new clean soul, I bend to my knees
In homage, to remove any stones I have shuttled to the top
Rhythmically I make straight rows
With my hands reaching deep into the soil
Tenderly, I arrange all the vegetables in order
Placing their new born roots into the holes
Covering them with care and love of the newly cultivated soil
I wipe my brow and smudge dirt across it
My knees have been blackened with my hours of work
I am exhausted
I turn on the hose
Cool the top of my head
And sun burnt back
Turn slowly and spray my new veggie garden
The pleasure of self grown veggies, or a fresh rose,
Iris, daffodil, chamomile, mint or sage beyond my door
Allows me, my private earthen connection.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
APRIL 21, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (ACCORDING TO)
For today's prompt, take the phrase "According to (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Example titles might be: "According to Bob," "According to these instructions," "According to the government," "According to the sun," etc.
April 21, 2010
According To:
According to the Gremlins
Hanging off my earlobes
I cannot get it posted today
According to the Mother
It is proclaimed that I am always wrong
According to the doctors
Mom needs a feeding tube
According to mom’s appetite
At the nursing home she was not being fed
According to me (being wrong)
The nurses were just lazy
According to her weight gain
I must be doing something right
According to Medicaid
Mom should not have gifted her monies
According to the system
She should get it all back
According to economical times
The money is long since spent to survive
According to Medicaid
Mom is denied services, just sent home to die
According to the children
They complained that I was an absentee mother
According to the shrinks of County Child Services
The boys were never touched
According to my Québec weekend vacation
Years later, one child did confess
According to the years of bad behavior
Their uncle got 10 years
According to my dentist
Soon I’ll have no teeth
According to x boyfriends
I have bad wiring in my head
According to the shrinks
I am working with half my brain
According to my doctors
I need to lose lots a weight
According to my mirror
I am still 112lbs, but
According to my scale
It just pops and screams
According to the coroner
He could pronounce me dead
According to my Pop
I was his Pocahontas, a graceful, barefooted, free spirit
According to my old man
I must be part redneck, with bare and dirty feet
He does not see the Pocahontas in me
According to my Presa Canario (135lbs dog)
I take up too much of my own bed
According to my lover
I am insatiable in between the sheets
According to some of my actions
I’m sure to burn in Hell
According to some others
I’ve guaranteed a right hand seat next to God
According to my life
Maybe Purgatory will just do.
According to the self
It is ordained that I am always right.
According to my life’s story
It sounds like I’ve been in therapy for years
According to my sanity
Writing is all that saved me.
April 21, 2010
According To:
According to the Gremlins
Hanging off my earlobes
I cannot get it posted today
According to the Mother
It is proclaimed that I am always wrong
According to the doctors
Mom needs a feeding tube
According to mom’s appetite
At the nursing home she was not being fed
According to me (being wrong)
The nurses were just lazy
According to her weight gain
I must be doing something right
According to Medicaid
Mom should not have gifted her monies
According to the system
She should get it all back
According to economical times
The money is long since spent to survive
According to Medicaid
Mom is denied services, just sent home to die
According to the children
They complained that I was an absentee mother
According to the shrinks of County Child Services
The boys were never touched
According to my Québec weekend vacation
Years later, one child did confess
According to the years of bad behavior
Their uncle got 10 years
According to my dentist
Soon I’ll have no teeth
According to x boyfriends
I have bad wiring in my head
According to the shrinks
I am working with half my brain
According to my doctors
I need to lose lots a weight
According to my mirror
I am still 112lbs, but
According to my scale
It just pops and screams
According to the coroner
He could pronounce me dead
According to my Pop
I was his Pocahontas, a graceful, barefooted, free spirit
According to my old man
I must be part redneck, with bare and dirty feet
He does not see the Pocahontas in me
According to my Presa Canario (135lbs dog)
I take up too much of my own bed
According to my lover
I am insatiable in between the sheets
According to some of my actions
I’m sure to burn in Hell
According to some others
I’ve guaranteed a right hand seat next to God
According to my life
Maybe Purgatory will just do.
According to the self
It is ordained that I am always right.
According to my life’s story
It sounds like I’ve been in therapy for years
According to my sanity
Writing is all that saved me.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
APRIL 20, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (TO REMEMBER / SHOULD I GET IN)
2010-4-20
To Remember
For a all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Are always within the wind's
Echo of the past
The begotten's
Never to be forgotten
Always to be remembered
For all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Of life
Is only for you to remember
___________________________________
Should I Get In?
If you stopped
And I got in
Could we travel?
Never to look
Back again?
To leave this
Life, which we
Have now been
Stuck in?
Could you close
This chapter?
To begin another?
Leave and not
Ever look back?
Never say it
Was I who
Took you away!
From the familiar
Comfort zone
We built together!
Would you love
Me, as I do you?
Is now, never
To be true?
If you stopped
Should I get in?
To Remember
For a all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Are always within the wind's
Echo of the past
The begotten's
Never to be forgotten
Always to be remembered
For all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Of life
Is only for you to remember
___________________________________
Should I Get In?
If you stopped
And I got in
Could we travel?
Never to look
Back again?
To leave this
Life, which we
Have now been
Stuck in?
Could you close
This chapter?
To begin another?
Leave and not
Ever look back?
Never say it
Was I who
Took you away!
From the familiar
Comfort zone
We built together!
Would you love
Me, as I do you?
Is now, never
To be true?
If you stopped
Should I get in?
APRIL 20, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (WATCHWOMAN)
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Today is a two for Tuesday prompt. Here are the two options:
Write a looking back poem. There are a few ways to tackle this one, I guess. The narrator could be reflecting on the past or literally looking back (like over his or her shoulder).
Write a poem that doesn't look back. This poem would be kind of the opposite, I suppose. Narrator who refuses to look back or who is literally looking forward (or I suppose another option even is that the narrator is blind or something).
Of course, if anyone has an interpretation that falls outside of my suggestions, then feel free to run with them. I always encourage poets to bend the prompts to their will.
Watchwoman
I have sat upon
Kaatskill Falls
For a millennium
My arms searching
Reaching skywards
My roots spreading
I have become gazer
Standing testament
Of long times spent
I have witnessed
The inhales and exhales
Of countless days
I have witnessed
Mankind’s brilliance
In fortitude and defeat
I am the original
Birch Tree who
Extends her reach
I am now a grove
Of Birch Trees
Canopying the falls
I am the Sentry
Watchwoman of Earth
Anticipating my rebirth
In the quiets of
A winter storm
You may hear me
“I open to the North,
I open to the East,
I open to the South,
I open to the West,
Elements complete my circle.”
I stand and wait
Bare and naked
In winter’s storms
For the coming
For my resurrection
For mankind to understand
Peace.
Today is a two for Tuesday prompt. Here are the two options:
Write a looking back poem. There are a few ways to tackle this one, I guess. The narrator could be reflecting on the past or literally looking back (like over his or her shoulder).
Write a poem that doesn't look back. This poem would be kind of the opposite, I suppose. Narrator who refuses to look back or who is literally looking forward (or I suppose another option even is that the narrator is blind or something).
Of course, if anyone has an interpretation that falls outside of my suggestions, then feel free to run with them. I always encourage poets to bend the prompts to their will.
Watchwoman
I have sat upon
Kaatskill Falls
For a millennium
My arms searching
Reaching skywards
My roots spreading
I have become gazer
Standing testament
Of long times spent
I have witnessed
The inhales and exhales
Of countless days
I have witnessed
Mankind’s brilliance
In fortitude and defeat
I am the original
Birch Tree who
Extends her reach
I am now a grove
Of Birch Trees
Canopying the falls
I am the Sentry
Watchwoman of Earth
Anticipating my rebirth
In the quiets of
A winter storm
You may hear me
“I open to the North,
I open to the East,
I open to the South,
I open to the West,
Elements complete my circle.”
I stand and wait
Bare and naked
In winter’s storms
For the coming
For my resurrection
For mankind to understand
Peace.
Monday, April 19, 2010
APRIL 19, 2010 POEM A DAY (JE' MEIN) (2ND RESPONSE)
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
JUST FOR FUN
Je’Mein
In “Z” island of Je’maka
There iz a pardying man
Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein
Vith hiz straw hat
He smokes hiz veed
Je’Mein, Oh Je’mein
Pardy’s vith “z” vomen
Pardy’s vith ”z” men
Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein
Vith “z” beauties of hiz isle,
He dances till dawn,
Je’Mein - Vhat a pardying man!
Vith hiz weed in one hand,
And hiz drink in “z” other
Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein
Vith hiz style, men zayz
He’z “z” horns, and “z” vomen
Melt vithin hiz armz!
Oh Je’Mein, Je’Mein
Vhat a pardying man!
Vith life in hiz deedz,
Love vithin hiz heart,
Je’Mein iz Je’Mein
Juzt a pardying man
JUST FOR FUN
Je’Mein
In “Z” island of Je’maka
There iz a pardying man
Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein
Vith hiz straw hat
He smokes hiz veed
Je’Mein, Oh Je’mein
Pardy’s vith “z” vomen
Pardy’s vith ”z” men
Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein
Vith “z” beauties of hiz isle,
He dances till dawn,
Je’Mein - Vhat a pardying man!
Vith hiz weed in one hand,
And hiz drink in “z” other
Je’Mein, Oh Je’Mein
Vith hiz style, men zayz
He’z “z” horns, and “z” vomen
Melt vithin hiz armz!
Oh Je’Mein, Je’Mein
Vhat a pardying man!
Vith life in hiz deedz,
Love vithin hiz heart,
Je’Mein iz Je’Mein
Juzt a pardying man
APRIL 19, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (JOHN'S UNAWARE)
2010 APRIL 19
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a poem about somebody and be sure to include the person's name in the title of your poem (no reason to hide the person's identity here). Write a poem about Abraham Lincoln, Emily Dickinson, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, your next door neighbor, your child, or the person standing behind you. I guess you could even technically write a poem about yourself (just make sure you include your name in the title).
John's Unaware
I lay very still as the
Illumination of the digital clock
Swallows another minute.
I hear his breath
Begin to rumble and roar
Into that old familiar snore.
I touch the tip of his nose
Feather-like and he stirs
And again the snoring is broken
For only a short time
As I lay next to him
He knows not of my sleepless nights
I dare not move
For fear I would awaken him
He knows not of the anxiety attack
That has gripped my soul
He just snores.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a poem about somebody and be sure to include the person's name in the title of your poem (no reason to hide the person's identity here). Write a poem about Abraham Lincoln, Emily Dickinson, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, your next door neighbor, your child, or the person standing behind you. I guess you could even technically write a poem about yourself (just make sure you include your name in the title).
John's Unaware
I lay very still as the
Illumination of the digital clock
Swallows another minute.
I hear his breath
Begin to rumble and roar
Into that old familiar snore.
I touch the tip of his nose
Feather-like and he stirs
And again the snoring is broken
For only a short time
As I lay next to him
He knows not of my sleepless nights
I dare not move
For fear I would awaken him
He knows not of the anxiety attack
That has gripped my soul
He just snores.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
APRIL 18, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (TO BE ATTACHED)
2010-04-18
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "To (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "To the left, to the left," "To write or not to write," "To Kill a Hummingbird," "To the Doghouse," etc. There are so many possibilities.
To Be Attached
God has given
All
A rainbow of colors
To draw upon
It is our choice
On what side of the spectrum
We utilize.
To combine,
And color
The world around us
Producing one’s aura
To be attached
To God’s brilliant light.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "To (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "To the left, to the left," "To write or not to write," "To Kill a Hummingbird," "To the Doghouse," etc. There are so many possibilities.
To Be Attached
God has given
All
A rainbow of colors
To draw upon
It is our choice
On what side of the spectrum
We utilize.
To combine,
And color
The world around us
Producing one’s aura
To be attached
To God’s brilliant light.
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