Unless otherwise attributed, all content, text or image, on this site is © TaunaLen 2005-2010.
All rights reserved. Republication or redistribution is prohibited without prior written consent.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Storyteller

ancient ritual
carried forward
in the eyes
in the voice
of the storyteller
children circle
squirming bodies
pounding hearts
racing chills
plot and drama
conflict and surprise
twilight stage
fireside or bedside
stories unwind
breathless voices beg
just one more

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Stormy Morning - A Shadorma

Thunder shouts
a threatening challenge
pounds against
my body.
Fear in a flash of lightning
strikes, then silence waits.

Raindrops spill
and spatter dry ground;
wet my skin.
My face turns
upward, and trouble’s dark blots
are rinsed from my soul.

My feet find
themselves much lighter,
meander
through puddles.
This deluge---my dear, old friend,
soaks me through and through.

Freshly bathed
by sudden downpour
my soul is
born anew.
Come what may, I’ll face the world
whole and strong again.


----------

According to Robert Brewer at Poetic Asides: "Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively".

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Estrangement - A Sonnet

My heart firmly refuses to keep time,
arrested by a daunting sense of fear.
I long to wake and find you standing here;
and yet this void thwarts reason and all rhyme.
The clock upon the mantle sounds its chime.
Likewise, alarms in me ring loud and clear.
My hands, my arms cry out to draw you near,
to feel you flesh to flesh, relief sublime.
If this critical world would me impeach,
and find me guilty, loving you too much;
I’d gladly stand and face the charges each,
if in the end I’d mercy find to such
degree that I could shortly mend this breach:
consoled--despite the verdict--by your touch.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Returning Home - A Rondeau

Where I keep all my yesterdays,
I know each night my mama prays.
I hear her voice ring loud and clear.
With every mile, I’m drawing near,
to hearth and home, to simpler ways.

I’ve learned to point my Chevrolet’s
toward the north and fix my gaze.
Homeward I go to place so dear,
where I keep all my yesterdays.

Atop the hill the sun’s bright rays
set home’s horizon all ablaze.
My heart beats happy, full of cheer.
The corner turned, and I am here.
My heart beats strong; bright is my gaze,
where I keep all my yesterdays.

----------

The Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Prompt 57 is to write a return poem.
My attempt is a rondeau, and though technically it works, I'm not really happy with it. The constraints of a rondeau are a challenge for me, and make it hard to show instead of tell. This offering is just an attempt. Perhaps I'll rework it at a later date.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Wind

you can hold a breath
you can let it out slow
exhale, oh so slowly
you can well imagine
that you have control

you can fan yourself
scrap of folded paper
swishing to and fro
a flick of your wrist
an artificial breeze

you can stand atop
the highest hill
turn your face to
the driving storm
and beat your breast

you can open your throat
pull air into your lungs
and use it to power
your passionate cries
shouting your pain aloud

yet you cannot tame it
this wild, unruly stallion
you cannot break it
as it goes galloping
over the endless earth

better to surrender yourself
throw open all your curtains
unlock and raise your windows
spread wide your arms
let down your tangled hair

embrace the feral wind
and surrender your will
to it’s untamed fury
embrace its true nature
and you will surely fly


----------

Prompted by the following last line:

“For now she knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air you could ride it.” ~Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon (1977)

Poetry Prompts

Grab a word or phrase from this ever- changing list, and write a poem of your own. Be sure to let me know where I can read it in the comments section! I'll feature poems I love right here on the site, and link back to your site, too!

1. Meteor Shower due tonight, Tuesday, August 11, 2009. Write a poem about shooting stars.

2. Choose a cliche' and switch it up. For example: Instead of "just a drop in the bucket" try "just a grain of rice in the jambalaya". Now use this new phrase in your poem.

3. Pick three key items from your childhood memories of summer. Use them in a poem.

4. Start with a line from your favorite poem. (You could cheat a little and choose a line from a novel.) Recycle that line into a first line for your poem, and start writing.

5. Begin with the words, "He said". Then switch to "She said." Use this as a launch for a poem about opposing views.

6. Looking Through the Glass -- write about what you see through a window, a drinking glass, a pair of eyeglasses, a fishbowl or in a mirror... any sort of glass will do.

7. Write a poem where the sounds of the words are as important as what they mean. There's no wrong way to do this, just listen to your words and have fun with it.

8. Grab a book of poetry and choose a favorite, or look up a poem online. Select five words from that poem and incorporate them into your own.

9. Check out Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Prompts.

10. Check out Totally Optional Prompts!

POETRY KIT WEBRING

Home/Join | List | Next | Previous | Random

alt-webring.com

Followers

FeedBurner FeedCount

Awards and Publications

Won third place in the Facebook poetry contest hosted by Facebooker's Guide to the Poetry Universe, with the poem "Winter Sleep".

FEATURED POEM

Leaves

by Lisa Beaudoin @DancingWithPens


Autumn leaves fly
in the wind, blow
across the land, crumble
under foot, and color
soil in shades alive.


Pages flutter,
as books are read,
folio all, tapestry
of words, sprinkle
silently across sight.

People wisp away
from our life, littering
memory with faint
remnants, crumbling heart,
and stalling soul.


© 2009 Lisa G. Beaudoin

Following These

  • I See - I see a woman Desperate to keep faith to an Absent man of war. I see a lone man Rejected by a woman Long lost long ago. I see a couple Sitting in a dark co...
    15 hours ago
  • Black and White  - Tagged: earth medicine, nature, photography
    1 day ago
  • Epic Protest Poems - is an ongoing poetic project at epicprotestpoems.com. Check it out. My contribution is today's: epicprotestpoems.com/2017/04/13/tiel-aisha-ansari Available!...
    1 week ago
  • Every Flower Is The Rose - Lovers jump into bed without thinking. That's the only way it can be done. A cup that was spilling over still wanted more. We all talk to ourselves. Thos...
    3 years ago
  • The Search - Through the darkness wandering, silent footfalls upon the ground, guided by lantern glow and the ambient light of a thousand-thousand stars piercing t...
    3 years ago
  • Moving - With writing novels, editing for friends, and writing blogs, I am moving my new poetry posts to: NEW SCRIBBLES
    4 years ago
  • What Are Blurbs? Do I Need Them For My Book? - Wow! So now that my debut full-length collection of poetry, *Solving the World's Problems*, has found a home with Press 53, I imagine more than a few of my...
    4 years ago
  • Apu, the chai walla... - This poem is for Apu, this ever-smiling 10-year old kid who sells chai on Platform no. 3 and 4 of the Pune railway station. “Chai Garam ! Chai Garam!” ...
    6 years ago
  • City Poem - I walk a city Where my steps leave no trace, A city whose nights are birds Picking on the breadcrumbs of memory. I walk by trees anointed With smells heirs ...
    6 years ago
  • Happy Birthday - Independence Day 2008 Berkeley, Ca Forgive my dark mood and my languid determination. The process is skipping All fingers point To a funnel with Pompous exe...
    7 years ago
  • john. - John had worked at the station for 42 years. In those 42 years, he climbed his way from being the mail boy to being the prime time anchorman. He was the be...
    8 years ago
Title banner created from the following images under the creative commons license:
Unless otherwise attributed, all content, text or image, on this site is © TaunaLen 2005-2009.
All rights reserved. Republication or redistribution is prohibited without prior written consent.

  © Blogger templates Romantico by Ourblogtemplates.com 2008

Back to TOP