Today, as on all Sundays and Wednesdays for April, I do three poetry challenges.
Poetic Bloomings, in their Prompt #104, has charged us with writing a poem that shows the passage of time. Part 1 (stanza) centers on something we enjoyed or did as a child. Part 2 (stanza) focuses on our perspective on that activity and how age has changed/enhanced your vision.
“Stubborn” described me then,
Worn like honor’s badge all day
Riding my little pink bike,
No training wheels; falling off,
Getting up and starting again;
But high-wire work was mine,
Ankle hanging from swing-set’s
Top bar, doing pirouettes on high
While adults watched in horror.
All that training waiting for use
Toward something more important;
A life needful of high aspirations,
Needful of always gaining ground on
Challenges some saw as insurmountable;
Fears would come and do battle for life
Lived in joyous freedom from unwanted
Expectations, vanquished by stubbornness,
To allow adult pirouettes on life’s top bar.
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Day 21 on Poetic Asides requested that we write a Senryu. A senryu is like a haiku with less restrictions and different subject matter. Three lines with a traditional 5-7-5 syllable or sound pattern. Typically this form deals with the human condition, rather than nature, etc.
You wilt under my
Never burning hot.
She explodes with life
As fuel wets her parched throat,
To burst with laughter.
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NaPoWriMo wanted us to rewrite Frank O’Hara’s poem “Lines for the Fortune Cookies.” He had some great lines in this poem. Please go through the link and enjoy them in their entirety.
The ideal fortune is a one-liner and one-liners thrive on a poetic compactness of expression.
Unfortunately, I don’t have the time or inclination today to do the recreate an already excellent poem. I did write a fortune for each of the next seven days, however. I hope you enjoy those. As usual, mine put on a more serious suit for wearing in public.
My Lines for Fortune Cookies
Your essence flows in graceful movements fueled by kindness.
Take heed of today’s messages; they bring tomorrow’s possibilities.
Give generously to all that you may reap a full harvest at winter’s doorstep.
Life is swallowed easier with a glass of laughter and bowl of nuts.
Your birthday counts only your achievements; age is irrelevant.
Much happiness comes with simple breathing, especially underwater.
Gather for autumn’s frost, but hold nothing back today.
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- Destiny – a Senryu (thespiritedquill.wordpress.com)
- A Poetic Challenge Day’s Work (2voices1song.com)
- NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 2 (2voices1song.com)
- NaPoWriMo. And whelks. (belljarblog.wordpress.com)
- NaPoWriMo (poeticallyversed.wordpress.com)
- NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 8 – Alone. (wordyrappinghood.wordpress.com)