Writing 201: Fingers

So today’s topic is fingers, and the style is prose poetry.  I’ve never done prose poetry before, and from the examples I checked out, I’m not sure how I feel about this particular style of poetry.  Neither said examples nor my attempt at the form feel overly poetic.  Maybe I’m being too hard on myself?  Or maybe I just really don’t get this form.

Regardless, I took a stab at it and here’s my attempt:

connectionMusician’s Fingers

I have my mother’s hands.  Long, slender fingers taper off into music, into songs of faraway people and stories of far-off places.  Words and ideas flow forth from my fingertips like the river pours life into the world around it.

Mine are musician’s fingers.  Mine are magician’s fingers.

My hands, my fingers, create worlds.  They destroy worlds.  They are sleek and elegant, like the instruments they wield and the scenes they depict.  They are tender and careful, conveying love and devotion with the slightest caress.

I have my mother’s hands.  I wouldn’t want anyone else’s.

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Writing 201: Hero(ine)

Ballads are the style du jour, and here’s mine, based loosely around that narrative poem I wrote for Miss Tadpole (which, incidentally, also qualifies as a ballad, but which I thought much too long to reprint here):

The Ballad of Queen Jeverlain

Anná Artwork by Hazel Butler

Artwork by Hazel Butler

A long time ago
In a land far away,
The Queen of the Sea
Turned a prince into clay.

The queen loved his father
With all of her heart,
And when he rejected her,
The queen fell apart.

Consumed by her hatred,
She started to plot
Her revenge on the king.
She had only one shot –

Only one chance –
To make the man pay.
So she studied and planned
And selected a day…

Photo 365 #200

Lumberjack down!

Lumberjack down!

Apparently I have a lumberjack for a son.  And apparently, he’s rather a clumsy lumberjack, as he fell into a ditch full of snow retrieving the mail Saturday afternoon.

Guess it’s a good thing he wasn’t armed with any tools of the trade. 🙂

What silly things have your kids said lately?

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Writing 201: Poetry Potluck

Saturday brought with it a special challenge from the good people at the Daily Post: Share one of your favorite poems, written by someone other than yourself.  Being a lover of poetry, that’s a tall order for me, but I finally settled on Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee”:

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

Writing 201: Fog

The next poetry post is about fog. I often find fog inspiring, especially for more thoughtful posts, but I’m not entirely sure this lives up to the elegy form we’re supposed to be trying.
Misty Mourning

An owl hoots in the distance,
Its mournful song piercing the mist.
My heart beats in time
With its call,
Yearning for my love to be

Alas, ’twill never be,
For he roams the lands of night
For all time,
Carrying my heart,
My soul, and my peace
With him always.

The swirling mist soon hides
The owl, and his lonely song
Fades away,
But in my heart I hear it still,
A kindred soul tormented,
Like me, till the end of time.

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Photo 365 #199

This morning we paid a visit to my aunt’s church, where my cousin was playing with a trombone ensemble from Wartburg College.


They played some great tunes, and it was a fun time.  Band was by far my favorite thing about going to Wartburg.  And the afternoon only improved when we returned home, put the boys down for naps, and marathoned season four of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I love lazy Sundays.  How did you spend yours?

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Writing 201: Trust

Day three is all about acrostics, another of my favorite forms of poetry.  I haven’t written one in a while, and this one about trust was a real challenge.

roseBroken Trust

To you I gave my heart, and with no
Remorse, you crushed it.
Under a brilliant full moon I gave you my
Soul, and with unbelievable
Temerity, you destroyed it.

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Photo 365 #198

I’m not sure whose expression is funnier here, Thumper’s or Bubbles’:


Okay, Bubbles takes the cake.  But Thumper takes the candy. 🙂

He won a huge pot of candy at the first fish fry of Lent last night.  Apparently he correctly guessed how many pieces were in the container.  He was so excited when they gave him the whole thing!  He shared quite nicely, but I hate to think how much of this he ate before we left.

Fish fries are definitely my favorite part of Lent.  The counter full of chocolate goodies?  That was difficult.  Luckily there were plenty of people to talk to and keep me away from all the deliciousness. 🙂

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