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#WritePhoto, Half Shining Armor
January 26, 2017
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waiting
Beneath the staircase of the palace, lurking silently in the dark
The master’s old Tudor dynasty armor stands guard as if alive
Little has changed in the basement rooms since jousting was the sport
The aristocrat concerns himself with wealth and status in the court
Royal drifters follow in the entourage of holy soldiers and servant slaves
In service of some magic majesty that never showed up when expected
We thought time would both heal wounds and protect us from the ravages of injustice
The clock of destiny has not been kind to the greedy crusaders
Marking time with the shattered bones of their broken glory
There are no knights left to tell the end of this frightening story
Their legacy has been buried, lost all meaning of chivalry and grace
The names fade fast in history’s book, vanishing without a trace
Don’t trust armor from an ancient time to protect you from the storm
It may be impenetrable and conductive, but it is anything but warm
The photo prompt comes from Sue Vincent’s blog and is used as inspiration for writing short fiction and poetry. Try your own hand if you like. Please visit Sue, or use the hashtag #writephoto on twitter to find other interpretations of this image. Thanks for visiting, gentle reader.
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It Could Be Verse
May 1, 2016
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NaPoWriMo2016
I am a happy graduate of National Poetry Writing Month, 2016. This, my third time participating, taught me some good lessons. The best part of the month is always reading and discovering other poets. Here are just a few wonderful poems I found written during April:
- Water Nymphs by Lillian the home poet
- to fetishists (to hunters) by poems and doodles
- Delicious Delirium by Musings of a Blueberry
- Sour Grapes by Michele Vecchitto
There are more poets than I can possibly mention that show great talent and unique perspective. I hope you will investigate to find some poetry you like to read in this group or at the library. People take this 30 poems in 30 days challenge for different reasons. I find it stimulates my vocabulary as well as my visual sense because I always use an image with my poem. Sometimes I draw it. Each year I tell myself how therapeutic it is to create poetry and that I will continue the craft on my tumblr, which is linked for #NaPoWriMo with my wordpress for poetry month. This could be the year, gentle readers. The consistent lesson I have learned from these three years of participation is that other people like the poems that are not my own favorites, and vice versa. Later when I read some of my work I am kind of surprised it came from me, but there it is. These are a few of the reasons I urge you to write some verse:
- The process reveals the subconscious
- Words and dream images have powerful connections
- Poems by others stimulate the muse
- Once a poem has a concept the mind works on it in the background
- Poetry clears the soul of repressed feelings and notions
You don’t have to show anyone what you write in order to benefit from trying your hand as a poet. You might be one…and don’t know it. Don’t wait until April 2017 to start. If you start now you will be sufficiently warmed up for the next round.
Narrow Vision
April 29, 2016
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the city
Blind to either side, the galloping force chases the scoundrels with intent
Misses the ongoing story, producing poverty, lowering standards for life
Hunger, insecurity, pessimism, lack of healthy enviornment, to a growing extent
Contribute to a downward spiral for those already sinking in economic strife
Streams and creeks full of excuses mixed with social work are clogged
Water is evaporating above the ground while we sink the drills deeper for the prize
NaPoWriMo2016
Join poets around the world for #NaPoWriMo this April. Find new meaning in words.
Fluid Forrest
April 28, 2016
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Lazy floating clouds float over the roaring river in the canyon deep and steep
Rushing rapids, fishing birds, pine forrest covers the hillside where strangers sleep
Enveloped in dreamtime full of predictions, curses, spells, natural magic double
Sifting through remnants of vanishing memories found by picking in the rubble
Of abandoned relationships, casues, philosophy, belief, loyalty learned by rote
The current of memory is swift, rocking and shaking the flimsy leaking boat
Carrying karma back to the tributaries, evaporation lifts moisture toward the sky
The cycles are eternal never breaking the contract first to float and then to fly
NaPoWriMo2016
Join the poets of the world at #NaPoWriMo in April to read, write, and indulge in poetry.
Skeleton Prism
April 27, 2016
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figure
The key fits the opening of the light between the refracting colors swirling down
Slipping the skeleton into the rainbow takes precision, sophistication and heart
Careful with the riptides, the pirate crew left roaming the beach next to the town
The connection must be complete or the inertia of lazy innacuracy will start
To erode the memory and history of mankind leaving the core of the matter exposed
To elements corosive, destructive, mind numbing, passively aggresively confused
With foundations and structure built on mendacity that has been politically superimposed
The atmosphere, the liquids and all the thoughts, have been examined and excused
NaPoWriMo2016
April is National Poetry Writing Month, aka #NaPoWriMo. Join the fun reading, writing and living the poetic life. Try something new!!
Charting the Way
April 26, 2016
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sand mandala
We find our place by reading the stars, following the charts to the destination
How far must we travel to reach our destiny and our eventual demise?
We loose our way while we become distracted and consumed by hesitation
Does this road lead us home or to a different universe where questions arise
About the nature of this well worn system we have followed blindly into hell?
Escape will be a struggle without the navigation tools we used to get here
It will be impossible to see how we fit in, our belief has fallen under the spell
Of false prophet pretenders telling stories designed to make us shake in fear
NaPoWriMo2016
This month of poetry writing is soon to end. This year it has gone quickly for me. Find poets to read and enjoy at #NaPoWriMo in April every year. Consider writing some for submission. Join the poetry party.
The Feline Monastery
April 25, 2016
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- Monastery
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- Monastery
Sitting pretty on the seat of orthodoxy the cat clergy ties the knot
Between radio-active caliche under the surface and the litter box
Declawed surrealism flows down the drain thickening the plot
Like a hairball flushed surreptitiously past inevitable paradox
Plunger of monasticism, spigot of liturgy turned on full blast
Jungle cat spirits haunt the souls of the monks praying for lost power
Canonization conflicts with basic instincts consistent with the past
Sainthood and survival exist as an experiment in imagination’s tower
NaPoWriMo2016
This poem needed to be left overnight to simmer. I took the prompt yesterday to make separate lists of words that are too fancy to be in a poem and others too mundane. I made the list of words yesterday but the poem did not percolate. The combination, after sleep, is the poem above..kind of a surprise. Surprise yourself this April at #NaPoWriMo where you will find an abundance of poetry.
Iris, Rainbow Goddess
April 23, 2016
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- Iris looks up
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- Iris looks up
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- Iris looks up
Liquid colors dripping down the landscape washing the background with rain
Iris connects the magical eternal womb of life to earth’s never-ending thirst
Rivers gather force falling down the mountainside, bring relief as well as pain
The dark sky full of swiftly traveling heavy clouds has explosively dispersed
Light to follow darkness, rainbow bridge from now to then, from here to there
Mystical highway to heaven, optical affirmation of higher power in glorious display
The fading intensity of stormy connection to nature is both common and rare
Colors draw a map to her pot of gold, the secret light no darkness can betray
NaPoWriMo2016
This April ride the poetry train at #NaPoWriMo to find poetry and submit your own work.
Gravity
April 22, 2016
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red leafed tree
rose
grapefruit
Hanging from the tree to ripen, we fall when we are ready
Weight and pull toward the earth is constant and steady
Without orbit and centrifugal force we could not anchor to the ground
Our voices would float into space leaving no trace, vanishing without a sound
There would be no palpable difference between light and heavy
Our fate is to look up to find the place where divinity is dwelling
Religious orders, creation stories, iconic books are all-compelling
Yet earth itself holds us here with an understanding that we will return
To become dust when the time bell rings and we take our final turn
To bless this grave planet whose great wealth we have been selling
NaPoWriMo2016
April is a month for poetry writing all over the world. Tune in to #NaPoWriMo to find new poets to read or submit your own work.
Didactic Dog Poetry
April 21, 2016
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Evo’s limo
While I am riding with Officer Rumsley
I indulge in didactic poetry
I bust a rhyme teaching folks to prevent crime
Then I send it to my partner psychically
Evo rules
NaPoWriMo2016
April is National Poetry Writing Month aka #NaPoWriMo. For me it is a tribute to my highly esteemed ancestor, Anne Bradstreet, a Pilgrim poet. I wonder what Mistress Bradstreet would have done with twitter.
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