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A Found Poem
Where have you been little poem?
Your feet are muddy and you are
dripping syllables . You are covered in
worn-out phrases and inky smudges.
There seems to be no rhyme
to this form of yours. No line of reason
or hint of season in your wordy count(enance).
Let me wrap you in warm metered stanzas.
Let me embrace you with a loving simile.
Let me be the refrain in your rhythmic scheme.
Day 11 of NaPoWriMo
Poem One for Me–dVerse Quadrille
Victoria has us poeming at the Pub today
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Oh, How It Grows
It was just a word
Or two
The beginning of a rhyme
Or not
No telling what it might become
With time
And a little TLC, a tonic, a potion
A shot of moon dust
Oh, how it grows
This little poemlette of mine
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44
De is getting a “kick” out of writing a Quadrille today
Here is my #2
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Stray Poem
this poem has been kicked
to the curb
locked out of
the house
shut down
dumped
its been rained on
stepped on
flung into a tree
covered with snow
abandoned like
a stray
until my heart
opened a window
and beckoned it
to return
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5
Write a “self-destruct” poem
No Regrets
this poem is on the path to self-
destruction
it drinks in moonbeams
to excess
and inhales the smoky incense
of lavender and thyme
it stays up all night to
commune with the stars
and consumes the sweet
nectar of spring blossoms
until it is in a stupor
this poem is on the path to self
destruction
and it has no regrets
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight – Skeltonic verse
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Two (Left) Feet
This awkward verse
seems slightly cursed
by a universe
spinning in reverse –
somewhat offbeat
and incomplete
even obsolete
stumbling down the street
on two left feet
Outsider Art – in the Garden
outside(r) poet
i wrote outside today
so letters could bask in the warm sun
before being marched one by one
into sentences
so vowels could jump up and down
in mud puddles (sometimes y too)
so consonants could recline
under a shady tree and maybe catch some
zzzzzz
journal pages waved to each other
as a breeze passed by
and pencils rolled dizzily in the grass
then when clouds made it hard to see
i gathered everyone into my arms and
put them into a cozy poem
NaPoWriMo Day Twenty – vocabulary of a sport or game
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Swing On
Let’s take a swing at
This poeming thing maybe
Write a birdie or two (in the bush)
I’ll iron the wrinkles out of my
Sentences if they’re not up to par
Maybe wedge a rhyme in there sometime
Let my muse be the driver until she put(t)s
A hole in (my) one heart and turns it
Green with envy
Let’s take a swing at
This poeming thing
And see if it will take wing like an eagle
Weekend Mini Challenge: Thought Animals
Kimis our host in the Garden this weekend
A Poem Takes Flight
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Like a small caterpillar
My thoughts grow
Fed with nibbles of ink
And syllables
Bit by bit they become bigger
Until they’ve out grown
Their small skin – shedding
Unwanted ideas and trite phrases
Growing longer and wiser
My words curl up, take a break
Transform into a poem
Then spread their wings and fly
Out of Standard: Multiple Choice
It’s time for some Multiple Choice in the Garden
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Choices
You brought me a star
Shall I wish upon it
Or fling it back into the night
You brought me a song
Shall I sing it back to you
Or muffle the melody
You brought me a poem
Shall I recite it aloud
Or let it sit on the shelf
You brought me your heart
I will hold it tenderly
Next to mine
This week in the Garden, Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk has asked us to condense a poem by Pablo Neruda by at least half, using our own voice. I chose to really condense the poem Sweetness, always, into a Shadorma.
Weekend Mini Challenge: Condense a Poem
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Write poems
Filled only with words
From your soul
Simple words
Words that sing and soar before
Landing in my heart
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