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Friday, April 5, 2013

DaY FiVe

From NaPoWriMo: A cinquain is a poem that employs stanzas with five lines. Each line has a certain number of accented or stressed syllables, and a certain number of overall syllables per line. So the syllable count is 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 ad the stress count is 1, 2, 3, 4, 1. I don't understand how you get the stress count as each one that reads the poem may stress different words, but...maybe that's just me...

IMMOBILE

You can't

Because I said

So what are you gonna

Do something or don't do something

You can't

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Rough and rugged. Unedited and raw. It comes with an enigmatic smile.

CelenaDiana

NaPoWriMo Day 4

POISED

I pull my new black stillettos

from my tossed blue duffle

in the other room

slip them onto my bare feet

then walk into the main room

there is a metal stool

in the center of the room

light flanks me

from all sides

Leaning forward over the stool

I arch

my back a bowed curve

long legs stretched

left knee slightly bent

bracing my right arm

against the cool metal

of the seat

I peer over my right shoulder

hair falling

in a dark auburn wave

over my left eye

Smiling enigmatically

I stand silent for a moment

Still silent

I take my right hand

twist my arm above my shoulder

touch the spot

between my shoulder blades

tilt my chin upwards

only my profile in view now

hair held in the bend of my elbow

delicate chin

high cheekbone

tiny ears

curved forehead

short lashes

small nose

full lips

same enigmatic smile

poised

After several moments

I laugh

kick off my high heels

pick up my camera

and gesture to the chair

See how easy it is?

I say to my wide eyed friend

Composed in silence

For a complete listing of my poems for the month of April 2013 entitled:

UNDER MY SCARF, BENEATH MY HAIR AND BEHIND MY GLASSES
(because who knows what mysteries lie there):
A COLLECTION

which will be updated daily. Simply click on the titles to discover the poem and more.

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Thursday, April 4, 2013

daY FoUr

Given the title; write the poem. Hmmm...

Jaundiced Outlook

Knives and daggars.

I never understood how one could swing them at themself.

But you do this.

Cutting your face and hands.

The world around you is full of life and beauty.

Yet you rip the branches off trees and stomp through flower beds.

Who gave you the right to steal away and destroy?

Flinging words at people and things and nothing.

Filling up space.

Until you can't see and no one else can either.

The cloud you have erected

Dredging misery as you throw

Knives and daggars.

DAY thReE

Today's challenge is to write a Shanty poem...a rhyming poem, sung by sailors as they work on a ship.

The ship does not sail

or float on the sea

The life I live here under

Locked in it's place

determined to be

The life I live here under

Simply the same

day after day

The life I live here under

Afraid to go it is

easy to stay

In the life I live here under

The earth and the soil

under my feet

The life I live here under

A land lover's life

is better for me

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

daY TWo

DAY TWO --- A "lie" poem

You said that you would but you lie

You said that you wouldn't but you lie

You said that you did but you lie

You said that you don't but you lie

You said that we could but you lie

You promised me but you lie

You said it with your mouth but you lie

You lie You lie You lie!

So this is gonna have to be good bye

I lie.

DAy oNe

(Using the first line of another poem..."Kidnap Poem" by Nikki Giovanni)

Ever been kidnapped

Right out of your own mind?

Taken from what you think you know

Into something that is so unfamiliar

That you forget who you are?

And you find yourself thinking

Somebody else's thoughts?

Ever been kidnapped

And tried to go back to that place

That was familiar to you?

Comfortable to you?

Fighting the kidnapper with all that you have

Just to find that there is no one there?

No one holding you captive?

Have you ever been

kidnapped?

Monday, April 1, 2013

NaPoWriMo

We are taking up the National Poetry Writing Month challenge. www.napowrimo.net.
Yea Ha!!!!