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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

I Remember the Taste

Blackberries in a glass bowl
are these sweet days of spring.
How shall I recall love's flavor
when autumn fires burn?

#poetweet
Day 121

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Road Yet Traveled

Yellow ribboned blacktop highway
if I follow you in a new direction
throw my map out the window
will you lead to myself?

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Day 120

Monday, March 29, 2010

Cradled

wrap my arms around your waist
your belly in my hands
hold both you and my grand-baby
at the same time
-heartbeat. breathe.

#poetues
Day 119

Sunday, March 28, 2010

With Child

Daughter, woman, child mine
I stare into your eyes and find
to my surprise a mother, scared
and strong staring back at me

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Day 118

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Bathe

Bring your heart from underground
and wash it in the rain.
Tip your face toward the clouds
for you will not be here again.

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Day 117

Friday, March 26, 2010

Season Greetings

stood barefoot in grass today
the sun on my face and a tree at my back.
A welcoming spring ritual
makes me feel alive.

#poetweet
Day 116

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Her Flight

The rhythm of windshield wipers
plays like the beat of wings
as you fly, my beautiful redbird
toward tomorrow's sun.

#poetweet
Day 115

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Joy Unwrapped

A daughter coming home
the first, nodding spring daffodils
unexpected good news
-sometimes the best gifts
are surprises

#poettues
Day 113

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Strength

Earth opens at the insistence
of the tiniest seed
reaching from darkness to light
nothing is more powerful than beauty

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Day 112

Monday, March 22, 2010

Just This

A cup of coffee is all I need
a cup of coffee, and a splash
of cream a cup of coffee, a
splash of cream, and your smile.

#poetues
Day 112

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Dance

looking for love, chameleon draws
budding branch on warm sands
quickly erased by wind
a desolate beauty

#poetweet
Day 111

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Escape

Too few cheshire smiles and too much
winter make it hard to breathe
have me searching for
the nearest rabbit hole

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Day 110

Friday, March 19, 2010

Beauty

I see your scars, your smile
that wavers when you hold it
too long. Your hope is
as lovely as your pain.
Don't let go.

#poetweet
Day 109

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Stuck

words that shouldn't have been spoken
are hard to swallow back
taste like rocks in my throat
no water to wash them down.

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Day 108

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Reaching

Oh branch reaching toward spring
budding in shades of rose
and gray against a pale sky,
stretch a little further please?

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Day 107

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Belonging

A jar of pears sits outside
a house of leaves while the sun
dips into the earth. Belonging
comes from unexpected places.

#poetweet
Day 106

Monday, March 15, 2010

Word War

Simile and metaphor war
in my head, as pronouns taunt nouns
call them amateurs. Sleep refuses
to intervene, poet must.

#poetweet
Day 105

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Masked

How can you know me?
The woman in my mirror
is a stranger to my eyes
not the me I am inside.
Is it the impostor you see?

#poetweet
Day 104

Saturday, March 13, 2010

I Believe

You keep your wings hidden
but the fire burns yet, in your eyes
and when you hold a guitar
I still believe you can fly.

#poetweet
Day 103

Friday, March 12, 2010

Awake

I dreamed of storms or
storms of dreams; woke to your
shoulder in promiscuous adjacency to mine.
Carry me back to sleep?

#poetweet
Day 102

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The End

The last page, the first page
the middle chapters of a novel
are never as good as sweet hello
and sad goodbye.

#poetweet
Day 101

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Change

Day 100

The wind at my door smells of rain
of the trees, of your skin
this familiar urge does
not evoke spring cleaning

#100days
#twitpoem

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I Am Poet

Day 99

at the rim of a coffee cup
on the bottom of a shoe
along a windowsill,
I gather words as they settle into poems.

#100days
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Monday, March 8, 2010

The Marks

Day 98

The moon is a smear of white paint
collecting beneath my nails as I create
paint with words
converse with pears.

#100days
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Sunday, March 7, 2010

In the Grays

Day 97

Paper flowers, raven's flight,
ink and page, a starry night
wrong or right, not every
thing is black and white

#100days
#poetweet

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Our Song

Day 96

Her voice floats, on
citrus blossom scented wind
borrowed inspiration from
all the women we know--hers, mine.

#100days
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Friday, March 5, 2010

All Mad, Quite

Day 95

My teacup hides the Cheshire
and the Hatter, my imaginary
friends sipping morning madness
right along with me.

#100days
#poetweet

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Patina

Day 94

Stoically you stare, rusted lips
peeling in winter wind
empty eyes the color of a key
chained 'round my neck.

#100days
#poetweet

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Benediction

Day 93

Ink stained lips kiss,
your apology on my skin, leave
your mark behind, as your shadow
chases you out the door.

#100days
#poetweet

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Felicitations

Day 92

Cats in hats count fish
with green breakfast make a wish
join the who's in Whoville
happy birthday Theo Geisel.

#100days
#poettues

Monday, March 1, 2010

Farewell

Day 91

An incantation, your last
words tumbled in the firelight
salty, evaporated tears
spilling into my cauldron heart

#100days
#poetweet

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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