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.
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APRIL 17, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND) (10,11,12,15,17 COMBINED)
2010-04-17
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For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
APRIL 14, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BACK WASH ISLAND)
2010-04-14
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For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Island," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. You could do a well-known island, such as "Treasure Island," "Ellis Island," or "Total Drama Island." Or you could make up the name of an island. Or you could even have a long drawn out title, such as "You'll never get me on an island" or "If I were on a deserted island."
Back Wash Island
The backwash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
Hunched over, gazing upon
The gifts the wave carries in.
I walk along the beach
In silent contemplation
Collecting the treasures
And ocean’s discards.
Peace and tranquility are the sounds
Cooing and caressing the shore.
The ocean’s natural gifts given freely,
As the back wash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
As it silently cleanses my soul.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Island," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. You could do a well-known island, such as "Treasure Island," "Ellis Island," or "Total Drama Island." Or you could make up the name of an island. Or you could even have a long drawn out title, such as "You'll never get me on an island" or "If I were on a deserted island."
Back Wash Island
The backwash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
Hunched over, gazing upon
The gifts the wave carries in.
I walk along the beach
In silent contemplation
Collecting the treasures
And ocean’s discards.
Peace and tranquility are the sounds
Cooing and caressing the shore.
The ocean’s natural gifts given freely,
As the back wash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
As it silently cleanses my soul.
APRIL 6, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (WITCHES AND POCAHONTAS) "TWO FOR TUESDAY"
2010-04-06
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Today is the first Tuesday of April, which means it is also the first "Two for Tuesday" prompt of the month. Poets can choose to write one of the prompts, or they can write both. Personally, I usually just choose one.
For this prompt, write an ekphrastic poem. According to John Drury's The Poetry Dictionary, ekphrastic poetry is "Poetry that imitates, describes, critiques, dramatizes, reflects upon, or otherwise responds to a work of nonliterary art, especially the visual." So, I've provided links to two pieces of art, and I want you to pick one (or both) to write an ekphrastic poem. (It would be helpful for you to mention which art you picked.)
1.) Pocahontas, by Annie Leibovitz
2.) Flight of the Witches, by Francisco de Goya
Witches and Pocahontas
I had a dream last night
My sister witches
Levitated above my head
With mother, gone and forgotten
As they ascended
They throw magical dust
Covering me like a blanket
Keeping me safe.
It is not your time yet
There is much to do.
No Sisters are they really
I am no witch.
I am the last female wizard,
Of your magic
Not the same.
But thank you
Your well weaved spells
To send me on ahead.
My spirit is the wind
That caresses Pocahontas raven hair
My touch is being
Barefooted, and as graceful as a doe.
My love is a ship in a harbor
Always safe and warm.
My life is the forest
Tall Green and alive.
Look around
To find all of me.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Today is the first Tuesday of April, which means it is also the first "Two for Tuesday" prompt of the month. Poets can choose to write one of the prompts, or they can write both. Personally, I usually just choose one.
For this prompt, write an ekphrastic poem. According to John Drury's The Poetry Dictionary, ekphrastic poetry is "Poetry that imitates, describes, critiques, dramatizes, reflects upon, or otherwise responds to a work of nonliterary art, especially the visual." So, I've provided links to two pieces of art, and I want you to pick one (or both) to write an ekphrastic poem. (It would be helpful for you to mention which art you picked.)
1.) Pocahontas, by Annie Leibovitz
2.) Flight of the Witches, by Francisco de Goya
Witches and Pocahontas
I had a dream last night
My sister witches
Levitated above my head
With mother, gone and forgotten
As they ascended
They throw magical dust
Covering me like a blanket
Keeping me safe.
It is not your time yet
There is much to do.
No Sisters are they really
I am no witch.
I am the last female wizard,
Of your magic
Not the same.
But thank you
Your well weaved spells
To send me on ahead.
My spirit is the wind
That caresses Pocahontas raven hair
My touch is being
Barefooted, and as graceful as a doe.
My love is a ship in a harbor
Always safe and warm.
My life is the forest
Tall Green and alive.
Look around
To find all of me.
APRIL 2, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BLUE HOLE)
2010-04-02
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For today's prompt, write a water poem. The poem could be specifically about water or just include water somewhere within the poem. You could even write about water-based phenomenon, such as rainbows or water spouts.
The Blue Hole
Dahab - Sinai - Egypt
Step carefully with ship-ship, sandal or water shoes,
The water washed rocks are round
On which you place your feet.
Enter the Mia (water) with care and curiosity,
In hand is mask and snorkel.
Step lightly for all is alive beneath your feet.
Walk the hundred yards to the edge
Of the continental shelf.
Place mask upon face: insert snorkel within mouth,
Glide above the massive shelf.
The Red Sea is heavy laden in salt,
Making one buoyant, as if flying above.
Open your eyes and peer upon
Bushes of coral coloring the shelf’s walls,
In blues, pinks, greens, and whites,
Each it’s own colony of marine life.
Swim with the blue, black and silver fish
Close enough to touch.
See the hand of God, grace the water
As rays of silver white light dance
Before you, within the aqua blue sea.
Swim among the coins of transparent fish,
Sprinkled before you.
Spy upon the colored corals
Coming alive with it’s own colored fish.
Watch the fluorescent green fish
With ruby lipped smile,
Move his big yellow eye up to see
What fish you are?
Amazing the cast of color
Within the marine life,
God has placed
Around the blue hole.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a water poem. The poem could be specifically about water or just include water somewhere within the poem. You could even write about water-based phenomenon, such as rainbows or water spouts.
The Blue Hole
Dahab - Sinai - Egypt
Step carefully with ship-ship, sandal or water shoes,
The water washed rocks are round
On which you place your feet.
Enter the Mia (water) with care and curiosity,
In hand is mask and snorkel.
Step lightly for all is alive beneath your feet.
Walk the hundred yards to the edge
Of the continental shelf.
Place mask upon face: insert snorkel within mouth,
Glide above the massive shelf.
The Red Sea is heavy laden in salt,
Making one buoyant, as if flying above.
Open your eyes and peer upon
Bushes of coral coloring the shelf’s walls,
In blues, pinks, greens, and whites,
Each it’s own colony of marine life.
Swim with the blue, black and silver fish
Close enough to touch.
See the hand of God, grace the water
As rays of silver white light dance
Before you, within the aqua blue sea.
Swim among the coins of transparent fish,
Sprinkled before you.
Spy upon the colored corals
Coming alive with it’s own colored fish.
Watch the fluorescent green fish
With ruby lipped smile,
Move his big yellow eye up to see
What fish you are?
Amazing the cast of color
Within the marine life,
God has placed
Around the blue hole.
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