A Word

Start with a word

not just any word

Word moist with truth

revealing my truth

Truth hard to find

seek til you find

Find its purpose

aware of purpose

Purpose to write

so hope to write

Write now

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NaPoWriMo Day 30 prompt to give directions. I hope this will help me keep writing after today.

A Word

Joywriting

Words move over the page

back and forth

no reason or destination

hoping to see a site

pick up friends

trying not to be seen

don’t honk the horn

when you’re done

just ditch it

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Joywriting is a chapter in Susan G. Woodbridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life With Words, a NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 18.

Joyriding is a term used for car theft that involves just driving around until it runs out of gas.

Joywriting

Coming In

My daughter loved the book of poetry Where the Sidewalk Ends. She took it to bed. Nestled in those pages was the line “If you are a dreamer, come in.” by Shel Silverstein.

I remember the dreams I had for me and I remember the dreams I had for you. Not just ordinary ones like getting a good grade in school or going to a fine university, living in a two story house or taking a trip to Greenland. Not the dream to be a poet or magician or architect. My dreams concerned paradigms, broader in scope than world peacekeeping or disarmament. I dreamt contentment for us all, lack of greed and pride, love of the human race, coming in together.

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dVerse prosey prompt on Shel Silverstein quote from his poem Invitation.

Coming In

easter with e.e.cummings

  


easter with e.e.cummings



far from mystery of glowing

mystery find real peace in it


He has (believe it) risen


near to the sacred heart see true

heart to find a pure love in it


(believe it) He has risen


above a doubtful world made whole

world struggle find God truth in it



He has risen (believe it


beneath all try to understand

to understand and understand 


I) believe it (have risen)




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NaPoWriMo Day 5 prompt to take a poem and use the structure of that poem to make a new poem.  I always thought e.e. cummings as being structureless; however, this poem I chose was tightly structured.  I learned a lot from this exercise. 


easter with e.e.cummings

Bound

“The clear vowels rise like balloons.” Sylvia Plath

Deeper are the diphthongs

So bound

Neither the o or the u can rise

In their own sound

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dVerse prompt taking the end of a poem (in this case Plath’s last line of her poem Morning Song) and using it to make a beginning. My mind went to diphthongs and how the vowels no longer make their own sound. Sylvia Plath was such a great writer but so bound. This poem makes me want to cry.

Bound