Check out Kelly's poetry quickfire over at My Voice, My View. She signed on to do that A to Z thing and hasn't had much time for poetry. I suggested she do "P is for Poetry" but she decided not to wait! Yay, Kelly!!
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Squirrel
Pawing at the glass
Desperate to get out there
Quick! Open it! NOW!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I feel important
Oh that this feeling will last
Beyond this day,
Beyond these moments,
And not fade tomorrow
In a haze of indifference
And spiteful words
And hopelessness.
Beyond this day,
Beyond these moments,
And not fade tomorrow
In a haze of indifference
And spiteful words
And hopelessness.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Spring
Fluorescent green
Hot pink
Bright white.
Nature's trying on
Bathing suits.
Hot pink
Bright white.
Nature's trying on
Bathing suits.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Almost Tomorrow
nearly eleven
it is almost tomorrow
where did thursday go?
it is almost tomorrow
where did thursday go?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Haiku-ish
Butterflies and bees
Swarm the yellow-black spider
And its zig-zag web
Swarm the yellow-black spider
And its zig-zag web
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Interconnected
by Thich Nhat Hahn in The Heart of Understanding
In [one of the Buddhist sutras] there is a very short passage on how the world has come to be. It is very simple, very easy to understand, and yet very deep: “this is, because that is. This is not, because that is not. This is like this, because that is like that.” . . .
We are not separate. We are inextricably interrelated.
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Likeminded
The difficulty, he says,
If you're going to be inclusive,
Is that you have to include everyone,
Even the one who says
'You're wrong and stupid and
I hate you for it.'
The ideal, she responds,
Is that the one who says,
'I hate you,' would desire
To coexist with you
Anyway, would understand
That we are all connected.
They nod in silent lament
For the Other
Who just doesn't get it.
In [one of the Buddhist sutras] there is a very short passage on how the world has come to be. It is very simple, very easy to understand, and yet very deep: “this is, because that is. This is not, because that is not. This is like this, because that is like that.” . . .
We are not separate. We are inextricably interrelated.
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Likeminded
The difficulty, he says,
If you're going to be inclusive,
Is that you have to include everyone,
Even the one who says
'You're wrong and stupid and
I hate you for it.'
The ideal, she responds,
Is that the one who says,
'I hate you,' would desire
To coexist with you
Anyway, would understand
That we are all connected.
They nod in silent lament
For the Other
Who just doesn't get it.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Fourth Day of Poetry
April the fourth
Fails to bring forth
(i.e. to the fore)
The much hoped for
Poem four.
Seems a little early to out of poetry, huh? I am today, though. On the other hand, I wrote a children's story this afternoon. It didn't rhyme or I'd share it...
Fails to bring forth
(i.e. to the fore)
The much hoped for
Poem four.
Seems a little early to out of poetry, huh? I am today, though. On the other hand, I wrote a children's story this afternoon. It didn't rhyme or I'd share it...
Sunday, April 3, 2011
NPM Day 3
Last night, the Grandpa proposed an interesting communal poetry idea to me. I'm in. I'll tell you more about it when I know more in case you want in too. Plus, also. that will get the Grandpa back online!
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Energy expended
on endless envisioning
is exhausting.
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That's not my NPM poem. I'm just saying.
NPM is below. Remember: NPM isn't about polished poetry...
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Spring Shower
She's getting soaked to the bone by
Fat, refreshing sundrops, and
Splashing in puddles of light
Shimmering through
Fluorescent green leaflace.
An umbrella would be simply
Useless on a stormy day like today.
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Energy expended
on endless envisioning
is exhausting.
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That's not my NPM poem. I'm just saying.
NPM is below. Remember: NPM isn't about polished poetry...
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Spring Shower
She's getting soaked to the bone by
Fat, refreshing sundrops, and
Splashing in puddles of light
Shimmering through
Fluorescent green leaflace.
An umbrella would be simply
Useless on a stormy day like today.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Poetic Lulu
Part of my definition of poetry is using unexpected words to create a novel image for someone. My brilliant Lulu is very good at this. Like the other day, in the car, when she was talking about how her friend J had worn a tie when the Primary classes had their little concert a couple of months ago. She said, "He looked very... romantic." Not a word I would have chosen. Definitely an image I appreciated.
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At this time
Bel is experiencing
Creative
Diffidence...
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At this time
Bel is experiencing
Creative
Diffidence...
Friday, April 1, 2011
To Start Us Off
National Poetry Month again.
A poem a day.
Are you in?
Starting today,
Let's celebrate verse.
Here's my challenge:
Could your poems be worse
Than mine?
Mine rhyme,
Maybe rise and fall
With rhythm,
But sometimes that's all...
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Hi! It's National Poetry Month again. This seems to happen every year around this time... I am going to honor it the same way I have for the past few years, by posting a poem a day (here are some links: 2008, 2009, 2010). Chances are slim that any of them will be very good, but that's not the point. The time for good poetry is later, after the revising, after April. Now is the time for writing. Wanna join me?
Septembermom over @ My Voice, My View has said she'll participate (Yay, Kel!!). Let me know if you're in, too, and I'll post a link to your blog so we can all share.
Stay tuned...
A poem a day.
Are you in?
Starting today,
Let's celebrate verse.
Here's my challenge:
Could your poems be worse
Than mine?
Mine rhyme,
Maybe rise and fall
With rhythm,
But sometimes that's all...
-----------------
Hi! It's National Poetry Month again. This seems to happen every year around this time... I am going to honor it the same way I have for the past few years, by posting a poem a day (here are some links: 2008, 2009, 2010). Chances are slim that any of them will be very good, but that's not the point. The time for good poetry is later, after the revising, after April. Now is the time for writing. Wanna join me?
Septembermom over @ My Voice, My View has said she'll participate (Yay, Kel!!). Let me know if you're in, too, and I'll post a link to your blog so we can all share.
Stay tuned...
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