Your Eyes in the Stars

Today’s poetic challenge was to create a found poem about a face.  The extra challenge?  To use chiasmus, or reversal.  I stretched a bit on the found part (and I suppose on the chiasmus part as well) by using different fonts for each line, and then reversing the order of those fonts for my chiasmus (thought I did reverse the lines a bit as well):

Your Eyes in the Stars

Today’s inspiration was courtesy of the wind gusting hard outside my door and the swirl of leaves that resulted.  I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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The City Girl and the Country Boy

An ode to a map proved to be a tougher challenge than I could handle today, but since our poems were also supposed to incorporate metaphor, I chose to share this one.  I wrote it a few weeks ago as a gift for Seymour in honor of our sixth wedding anniversary.  One long metaphor, it depicts six years of  marriage in a few short verses.

This is my favorite engagement picture. Photo by Witt Photography

This is my favorite engagement picture. <3
Photo by Witt Photography

A city girl and a country boy
Were united this fine day,
And even though six years have passed,
Their love is here to stay.

He is her most cherished friend,
She’s his summer sun,
He’s a rock for her to lean on
When times are less than fun.

She holds him close through winter’s
Long and dreary night;
He keeps her warm and wakes her up
When spring returns so bright.

They’ve had their share of winter
But they’ve also had much fun,
And as the world turns round and round,
Their love runs wild in the sun.

Down city streets or country roads,
She’ll follow where he leads.
He has her heart, he has her soul,
And he is all she’ll ever need.

Have you ever written a poem for a loved one?  Or do you subscribe to the Elizabeth Bennett school of thought, that poetry is only the food of a fine, stout love?

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Sublime Rhyme

To read more about Fezzik's great gift, check outThe Princess Bride!

To read more about Fezzik’s great gift, check outThe Princess Bride!

Unlike Fezzik, I do not possess a great gift for rhyme.  That, however, doesn’t stop me  from trying, especially when it’s with a super fun form like the limerick:

It takes a really long time to think
Of rhymes that don’t epically stink.
One rhyme is fine,
And two are sublime,
But from more than that, I do shrink.

Today’s poems are supposed to embrace the imperfect, and be personal, and I think I’ve done that here.  I love poems that rhyme, but rhyming is hard, yo!  What about you – do you like poems that rhyme?  Or do you prefer unrhymed verse?

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Velvet Leather

Day three of the Blogging U. poetry class features skintastic prose poetry. Prose poetry is an oxymoron if ever I heard one, but since I’m game to try anything, here goes nothing…

His skin was velvet beneath my fingers, and radiant. Smooth as silk, warm as fleece, he was the sun to my moon, and I loved him. I loved him. Delicate lines gathered near his eyes, marking the edges of his smile. My fingers danced over them, tracing memories. He laughed, and I loved him. I loved him.


But then winter came, and clouds filled his eyes. The warmth fled from him like an insect flees light. The smiles of old vanished like thieves in the night, but still I loved him. I loved him. His skin was leather beneath my fingers, and stained sickly gold. Wrinkled and rough, no longer himself, he lay there cold as the winter snow, and I loved him.

I love him. And I always will.

So what do you think? I know it’s a bit light on the skin part, but I kind of like it. I took two images of skin and tried to blend them into a story (because I love poetry that tells a story). Does it work for you? How would you handle this challenge? Tell me in the comments, and have a great day!

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The Greatest Gift

Today’s poetic challenge is all about the acrostic, another of my favorite forms, and the topic is gifts:

Could I possibly be wealthier? Well,
Heck – sure,
If wealth
Lay in
Diamonds and gold. But true
Riches cannot be counted, nor
Entered in ledgers.
No, true wealth lies in those

kidsAround us, in friendships, in
Romances, but
Especially in children.

There is nothing sweeter than a
Hug from a sleepy toddler or an
Excited baby’s squeals of joy.

Go ahead and try…

Writing 201: The poetry challenge

Because my creativity well has gone a bit dry, I decided to sign up for WordPress’s Writing 201 course again.  It’s a poetry course, and I had so much fun with the last  one that I couldn’t resist doing it again.

Today’s post calls for a haiku on screens.  I wrote so many haiku at one point that I even began to think in the form, but with this challenge, I’ve had a little more trouble.  Screens are everywhere, but they really don’t get my poetic motor running, so I decided to try something a little bit different.  This haiku sequence is brought to you by the vision of a dressing screen that flashed into my head as I tried to get to sleep last night.  I hope you’ll enjoy it. :)

brickwallSeparated from
Each other by naught but a
Screen, the two lovers

Poured out their hearts, full
Of longing, to the dark night.
So close, and yet so

Far away, the screen
Might have been a wall, thick and

As stone and mortar
Against the cries of the two
Lovers’ broken hearts.

What do you think about when you think of screens?  Do you think of computers and cell phones and TV, or do you think of something a little more old-fashioned?

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To begin with, go read this post by rarasaur.  Trust me, you won’t regret it.

Finished?  Okay, then.

I loved the first line.  After all, how can you not love a reference to Pride and Prejudice?  It’s only one of the best books ever written.  But if you read the rest of the post (and the rest of her blog), it’s amazing.  It’s simultaneously powerful and empowering, and I want so badly to be able to write like that.

To make people feel things.  In their gut.

To feel things myself.  And not in the way that I normally feel things, which is superficial, like someone doing a white-glove check to see how dusty my mantle is.  I want to feel things with every ounce of my soul, every fiber of my being.

I’m tired of being enveloped in bubble wrap.

But I don’t know how to get rid of it.

Fear is powerful.  And I think it guides too much of my behavior.

Time to do something about that.

Time to get naked.

What about you?  Do you feel things in your gut, or do things wash over you like waves upon sand?  Do you blog naked?

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