Monday Mural

by juggle5
artwork Fingerprint Portrait 02
from Flickr
originally uploaded here

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

According to Juggle5 this portrait is based on the work of Chuck Close. To learn more about this artist, outside of wikipedia, here's the link to a website.

Poefusion

Poefusion #19

Today's Poefusion is inspired by Read Write Poems prompt #41. Due to my late response in sharing a skeleton poem with Read Write Poems community I have decided to share mine here today. After you've written your poem come back here to see the original poem. And to see what I did with Lissa's skeleton poem click here. Happy Writing~

_____ no _____ on her hair-
She’s ________ by her ______ chi,
A _______ strand of _______
Like a _________ reaching
Through the sea _______ roses, _______.
Her hand _______ away like _______
Seagulls on a _____ of air.
She’s going to _____ less as
A _____ mermaid amid earthed ____.
_____ waves _____ one conversation
In this ______ ____ where
______ was forever left away.
Clouds came in _______ _____
Content in _____ her moon.

There

by Michelle and Lissa

I never spoke
Of you
As lover, there,
In the corner of my life,
Touching,
So close to me.

Time slowly erased my days
But I never forgot,
Not in the split seconds of solitude,
Not in the parenthesis of gray insomnia
Did I once regret you,
Inside, there

Now, you’re a fissure
I never erased.
I would dream of someone
Who was never in my hand
Until the universe tilted my life.
Before I ever thought of
Never speaking
Of you.

My poem was written for Read, Write, Poems prompt #41 using words from Lissa's skeleton poem. Her skeleton poem is below. Due to a late response I didn't link one of my own poems but, I can leave one for anyone who's interested. Just let me know in the comments section if you would like me to post one for use.

Lissa's Skeleton Poem

I never _____
of you
as _____ there
in the corner of my life
_____
so close to me

time slowly _____ my days
but I never _____
not in the split seconds of solitude
not in the _____ of _____ insomnia
did I once _____ of you
_____ there

now you’re _____
I never _____
I would _____ someone
who _____ never in _____ _____
until the _____ _____ of _____ life
_____ I ever _____ of
never _____
of you

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

ascend
stomp
designate
faulty
ashen

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using the title Hormonal Winter as your starting point. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts. Sorry for the late post I thought I already had one set up for today. Have a nice day.

Monday Mural

by LadySnape09
artwork Strings
from Photobucket
originally uploaded here

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

death: a poetic thesis

at the edge of mapped decision
my sorrows resided inside a
moment. each sounded to simulate
scabbed hearts- the thrum of death.
salted wounds and broken earth, wince.
I gather my mortar and pestle,
crushing this susurration with
flex of hand and carve petroglyphs,
strange mosaics, without
exit. at the berm of stone
i stare into murky depths of
mud and pull away my hand.

I stopped by The Poetry Collaborative last night and used their starting and end words to create this poem. I added a few lines in between the words they gave me to make it blend better.

Bumble Bee

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

essential
sour
absent
disagreeable
catnap

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using a line inspired from one of E. E. Cummings poems the weak noise from her eyes easily files my impatience to an edge. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts.

Lockegee Rappelling

I splinter myself deep into the woods where laughter falls from Lockegee’s peak. An endless repertoire of memories is about to form because of three vibrant, young people. Their names- Ashleigh Killin, Julie and Philip Abbott- calved into air like graffiti.

There’s a stash of Cheerios and peanut butter, energy food, disturbing the cling of summer as I am adorned with a Black Diamond. She purchases my thick hips with purpose while Julie overlays loose straps.

My tethered heart palpitating against a gray thread leans into submission. I’m ready to spill over edge and flay Saturday’s air. I’m comfortable now. My feet bounce away from the rock face like a fish pulsing on dry land. It’s there I feel her gray spine quiver in adagio as my feet gently blister Lockegee’s lower belly.

Lockegee (N 38.12286 and W -83.447684) is located in Morehead, KY at 1, 273 ft above sea level.

Thank you Ashleigh, Julie and Philip for allowing me to intrude upon your repelling fun. I enjoyed myself immensely. For those who read this blog regularly Philip is in a band called the Jason Lovins band. Check out a sample of their music on iTunes. Personally I liked the song You're Always There. Again, thank you. Hope we can keep in touch. Click pictures to enlarge.

Monday Mural

by swillmert
artwork Bryan's Valentines Day Present
from Photobucket
originally uploaded here

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

Cascade

Cascades, created by Udit Bhatia, have a repeating refrain with this pattern:
a, b, c
d, e, A
f, g, B
h, i, C

Meaning you take the first line of your poem and repeat it as the last line of the second verse. The second line would be repeated as the last line of verse three and the last line repeated in the last verse, last line. For a longer poem you can add lines to verse one but, be sure to reuse each line as a refrain in the following stanzas.

Here's an example:

Perimeter

I'm destined to walk the outcroppings,
The recessive threads of life,
Where the underbelly is cool.

Breaking the slit perimeter
I allow its throated winds where
I'm destined to walk the outcroppings.

I edge forward, infinite chaos,
Intertwined with
The recessive threads of life.

I balance in that moment,
That perimeter,
Where the underbelly is cool.

Robber Fly

Promachus rufipes sp

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

pickpocket
refurbish
propose
face
heal

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using a line inspired from one of Gregory Corso's poems They want to make buttons out of my bones. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts.

Monday Mural

by nine volt heart
artwork Albany Bulb
from Flickr
originally uploaded here

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

Albany Bulb is a landfill on the eastern side of San Francisco Bay where Sniff artists: Scott Hewitt, Scott Meadows, David Ryan, Bruce Rayburn and Osha Neumann have converted its garbage into artful sculptures and paintings. Though Albany Bulb's art still remains, scores of homeless were removed and their homes burned in 1999. Currently, the city of Albany is trying to convert this outdoor museum into a strip mall which groups are prepared to fight. Follow the links provided for more information or pictures.

Friday 5

Friday 5 is a collection of five words which can be found each week (middle column) on this page and inside this post. If you choose to write a poem or story with these words please leave your comment below. I hope everyone can find the same inspiration with Friday 5 as they do with 3WW. Hope to see you around and don't forget to post your comments below. Have a nice day.

Friday 5

exiguous
thoughtless
gifted
imperfect
waterfall

Tuesday Title

Create a poem using the title Brushstrokes and Sage as a starting point. Come back every Tuesday for more title prompts.

Monday Mural

by Michelle Johnson

Monday Mural will feature a picture/ artwork for you to lend your words (poem or story) each Monday. I want you to ask yourself what images are provoked here? What words would you use to define this picture? If you choose to write for Monday Mural please leave your comments below. Hope to see you around.

Hellboy II: The Golden Army

movie Hellboy II:
The Golden Army
date 2008
poem In Memoriam
author Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam verse fifty by Alfred Lord Tennyson can be found below. Words used in the movie are in bold. For the rest of this poem you can follow the links below as it is too long to post here. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this causes. Comments welcome.

L.

Be near me when my light is low,

When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick

And tingle; and the heart is sick,

And all the wheels of Being slow.

Be near me when the sensuous frame

Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;

And Time, a maniac scattering dust,

And Life, a Fury slinging flame.

Be near me when my faith is dry,

And men the flies of latter spring,

That lay their eggs, and sting and sing

And weave their petty cells and die.

Be near me when I fade away,

To point the term of human strife,

And on the low dark verge of life

The twilight of eternal day.

In Memoriam
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Beginning
I through XX
XXI through XLI
XLI through LX
LXI through LXXX
LXXXI through C
CI through CXX
CXXI through CXXXI

Jenny Wiley Lake

Your tongue fell over my bare feet
As I lapped your banks.
It was there I stopped
And plucked Queen Anne’s Lace
From its perch.

I know nothing of this tingling
About my pale skin
As I place the scent of carrots
Behind my ear,
The fog is rising.

Somewhere between grey and emotion
I hear the wildflower’s question
But, I push forward into your current
Allowing you to touch my warm body
With your cold fingers.

I wrote this poem for the 2008 Poetry Postcard Fest. Lissa from Just Writing Words received her copy in the mail today. The postcard she sent me can be found below.

a poem came from the sea
I watched as the words
slipped inside the night
turning into tiny twinkling dreams

Minute Poetry

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines, 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.

Here's an example:

Lilies (Minute Poetry)
~ by Pamela A Lamppa

WPA 1938

Morehead & North Fork Railroad

The Morgan & North Fork Railroad, MN&F
September 27, 1908- January 15, 1973

Papercuts

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