Sunday, April 21, 2013

Poeming: Sister


the Miller girls, Patti on the left, me on the right.


The prompt over at Poetic Asides was to write a "beyond" poem. In search of inspiration i decided to try another new-to-me poetic style, a Cinquain. It's unrhymed and made up of 5 lines and a number of other cool little things to keep track of. Here's mine:




sister

funny sweet

laughing caring accepting

gone beyond my voice

friend





jle 2013

Friday, April 19, 2013

Poeming: Trying: The Burn.



Bwahahaha!!
 


The prompt for the day over at Poetic Asides Poem A Day Challenge was to write a "burn" poem. Since i keep seeing people who actually know stuff about poetry writing something called a "shadorma" i decided to look up how to do that and combine that with the prompt. And i ended up here--



TRYING: THE BURN. (a shadorma)


She’s on fire.

Watch as she burns bright

see her pink

and black shoes

walking fast on the treadmill.

Something burns for sure.




jle 2013

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poeming: Communication.

On the 16th over at Poetic Asides we were challenged to write a Possible poem or an IMpossible poem.

This picture actually scares me.


COMMUNICATION.



In the late 70s he said to his coworkers,

“You’ll see, one day we’ll all have tele-

phones we can carry around with us!” Then

they all threw their heads back and laughed.



(and yes i CAN call this a poem, and you're not the boss of me. This was a true story, of my hubby at work.)

Poeming: "F" Words.



This doesn't really go, but it made me laugh. Good enough!


Over at Poetic Asides the poetry prompt for the 15th was "infestation." So i wrote this bitching poem--and i don't mean like "Bitchin' jogging suit, dude!" i mean "bitching." (Hmm. Should i make that a new tag for the label cloud?)

“F” WORDS.

and when fatigue infests
like locusts on a vine
like ants marching in line
steadily, thoroughly

this ache that won’t give up
like fire in my veins
and I don’t hold the reins
plaguing me, utterly

they say it’s in my head
yes there and in my legs
and the rest of me, it begs
believing me, “pains”takingly

some days I barely bear
the weight of it
I’m in the pit
totally, submersedly

Some say “Well you can’t DIE from it”
that’s the good thing—
also the bad thing—
occasionally, Fibromyalgia-cally.



jle 2013

Poeming: Totally.


Thanks, offthemark.com!
 

 The poetry prompt? To write an "express" poem. My take?




TOTALLY.



how do I state this

precisely,

unambiguously:

that when I see

only me,

myopically,

I see selfishly--

not the least

graciously,

then seriously?

I just need

to get over me!



jle 2013



i know, i know, "deep thoughts".... i can get pretty self-focused when the pain and fatigue of fibromyalgia seems to be winning, as it has been lately!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Poeming: A Possible Sonnet About Sharing.


Poetic Asides prompt for today: write a sonnet, a 14 line rhyming poem. And, well, it sure ain't Shakespeare but.....

 
A POSSIBLE SONNET ABOUT SHARING.

 
The dogs they cuddle every night
while I am trying to sleep
and even though my rest is deep
they wake me up in fright.
I startle when they lick my face
(oft times from head to chin)
destroying dreams I’m nestled in
and cause my heart to race.
You ask me why I let them stay
upon our cozy bed?
(and here you see my face is red)
I lost that skirmish the first day:
my hubby who seems tougher
couldn’t see the poor things “suffer.”

jle 2013

Poeming (of sorts): (Not So) Amuse(ing)-Bouche.


At Poetic Asides, the prompt for Saturday the 13th (also my son's 25th birthday!) was to write a comparison poem. Here's my offering of the day. In case you don't watch Masterchef or some other cooking show where you learn hoity-toity words like "amuse-bouche", it means "something to please the mouth" and is a one bite appetizer kinda thing. And i like the way it sounds--it amuses me.


one of my "delightful" green concoctions.




(NOT SO) AMUSE(ING)-BOUCHE.



When I make green juices

with vitamins and such

I feel so very thin (within)

like I’m not aging (much.)

When I give in to sugar

a (BIG!) weakness of mine

I feel my hips and thighs are

becoming elephantine.

I wish I were less prone to

these games inside my head,

but if they get too crushing

I (have a snack and) go to bed.
 
 
(wink!) jle 2013

Poeming: Broken.


Another "broken" poem from the prompt over at Poetic Asides.
 
 


BROKEN.


Their family broke the other year

now I, the house, am waiting

the dust lies lank, a beggar’s coat,

over scattered left-behinds


 
their family broke the other year

and each one moved away

and left what was--or might have been--

a home, now dull and silent


their family broke the other year

and I, the house, am waiting

for voices, footsteps once again

to let me give them shelter.

jle 2013


 

Poeming: Personal Ad.


The Poem A Day prompt over at Poetic Asides was to write a "broke" poem.

 
{place missing muse here}

PERSONAL AD.


Words in search of symbolic phrase

would like to meet nice poet

with living muse.





jle 2013

Monday, April 08, 2013

Poeming: Build a Fam.


 The Poem A Day challenge over at Poetic Asides asks us to write an instructional poem for today. Here's mine.





BUILD A FAM.


Marry.

Have children.

Stumble along trying not to make all the same mistakes as your parents.

Add a scoop of your own unique mistakes to the mix.

Save for their future therapy.

Shake well.

Yields 1 family,

keeping the “fun”


in dysfunctional.


jle 2013




All true--except for the "saving" part!

Poeming: SEVENLING (the smooth surface)

Over at Poetic Asides, the poem of the day was to be a "Sevenling." Now, while i think a "sevenling" sounds more like a Tolkein creature, it is in actuality a poem form made up of 2 tercets (yeh, i didn't know what they were either) and the third stanza is a stand-alone line that can be a punch-line or a twist of some kind. Here is my bit of Sevenling Wisdom for the day.



 
SEVENLING (the smooth surface)


the smooth surface sluggishly breaks
apart, a jagged line appearing.

a crevice is born.

 
slowly, leisurely, the crack widens
accepting the now flowing
external ooze.

 
two rounded cake sides should not be put together.
 
 
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And that's all i have to say about that.

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Poeming: Dear Sis


The prompt for Saturday over at Poetic Asides was to write a post poem. Here's mine.


DEAR SIS--


You know that recipe Mom

used to make, the one with

the carrots in it that she got

off the ketchup bottle? I made

it for dinner the other night,

remember how much I liked

that one when we were kids?

The note she wrote at the

bottom made me giggle

again and I wanted to call

her, but she’s gone.

And then I remember,


so are you


and there’s nobody to

call in this post-family

world of mine.




jle 2013

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Poeming: Hold That Moment (remembering Patti)




My sister Patti in the Vail mountains.
 See why i thought she was the pretty one?


HOLD THAT MOMENT
(remembering Patti)


Hold that moment

two girls laughter


dust-drenched 

sun-drenched

mountain trail

Hold that mem’ry

toes in ice cold

stream now

close my eyes


I’m there.



jle 2013

Poeming: Gopher Me.



 In pursuit of a suitable companion image, I found that gophers may surface only to be grabbed by huge heron birds or stalked by cats ten times their size (no wonder I rarely stick my neck out!) However, these were all photos on people's personal websites and I was too timid to post them here.

Here's my additon to the Poetic Asides Poem A Day challenge for a "tentative" poem.



GOPHER ME.


cautiously

carefully

with one eye

squinting about

I poke

my head

above ground,
 
gingerly

reaching

for my missing

bottle

of

brave.
 
 



There are also more pictures on the interweb than I thought possible of people sticking their head in the ground. Go figure.

Monday, April 01, 2013

Poeming: Foolishness.

It's April! And with April comes the Poetic Asides Poem A Day poetry prompt. Such good fun. I get to stretch my poetic-legs and throw some words down on a digital page, so given all that stretching and throwing it's fairly athletic and therefore healthy, right?

Today's prompt is to write a poem about a new arrival. Here's mine for today.

me, right after college, sportin' the bellbottoms



FOOLISHNESS.



On April 1st

they accepted me,

shiny new student,

into their hallowed halls

of higher learning,

me wondering if one day

in the midst of biology class

they might yell

“April Fool’s!” and

send me packing,

Ramen safely nestled

between layers

of ‘70s clothing.


On April 1st

some years later,

he asked if I would

marry him,

me, newly in love,

wondering if one day

in the middle of Sunday dinner

he might yell

“April Fool’s!” and

send me packing.

but from here,

several decades of

children, pets

and worn sofas later

our lives are

intertwined as roots, and

not easily separated.




jle 2013