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Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Sevenling (I am simply)

I am simply a woman loosely defined as
mother, daughter, sister
identified by those I hold most dear

This shifting, changing life has turned me
inside, outside, upside-down
left me staring in the mirror, wondering

My forty-year epiphany: I despise roller-coasters.


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Check out the Poetic Form "Sevenlings" on Poetic Asides.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Playing with Lewis' Words

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Saturday, September 26, 2009

I've Got Your Number

it’s a numbers game
as the calendar pages
flutter and fall to the ground

paint by the numbers
craft your work of art
display it for others to see

pick a number any number
get her number
and make it yours as well

stop wishing you had
Jenny’s number 867-5309
trust me and thank me later

you’d change yours
to an unlisted number
before the month was out

Confucius say
your lucky numbers
are hidden inside a cookie

so, take a number
make it so, Number One
your life is your final frontier

live your life
play the numbers
maybe you’ll win today

when your number’s up
you’ll be number than numb
so, enjoy each one until then

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written in response to Robert Brewer's Wednesday Poetry Prompt #61, Poetic Asides

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!

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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

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