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Thursday, January 31, 2013

Still working on my Shakespearean Sonnet form

"The Dove" How quiet is that one now sits alone. Was only yesterday she shared her song. Both nuzzled, cheek to cheek with cry and moan; a steadfast murmuring all winter long. White silence is her world; there is no voice and colder than the frost upon my gate; there's chilling desperation in her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Imaginings...

Rules for "Pleiades" form of poetry. Stanza must be 7 lines. Use only one word for title. Syllable count for each line: 6 or 7. First letter of title must be repeated at beginning of each line. "Imaginings" Intellect gone ghoulish? Is that a knife she sees? Intuition stalls her, Infused with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 25, 2013

Updating my Dolphin poem... I now have a link to the movie...

“The Dolphin and the Diver” Diver hears the dolphin's cry; "Take the hook away!" and like some oceanic god; hovers. Divers Rescue Dolphin After It 'Asks' For Help (VIDEO) Above form; A "Cinquain":(syllabic count:2,4,6,8,2) line 1 (2 syllable) (a noun or subject of the poem) line 2 (4 syllable) (an... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 24, 2013

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Monday, January 21, 2013

Spaghetti Story...

Machina Per Pasta I hear her screams; they emanate from there; the letters on her box say “Italy”. An "Atlas Nudel Machina" she bears: Guaranteed one year since nineteen-eighty! She’s cried; a kitchen gypsy with no chance; unwashed and dying for an erstwhile spin. She, turning with excitement starts... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Another sonnet...

"The Wheel on Chalky Mountain" The spinning wheel on Chalky Mountain Heights where long ago she played and chased the wind where often in her dreams there were delights in simple home fire chores: a yarn to spin. The iron pot is boiling o'er the fire and quick the walnuts turn the water brown with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 14, 2013

Remember this old Loretta Young movie (1948) The Bishop's Wife?

"The Bishop's Wife" She dreamed of flowered bonnet in the store but as the wife, a duty she must meet. The angel, Dudley, wanting more and more and so the choir, angelic, proved a treat! The city windows strung with Christmas lights; the trees formed gentle guard`ians 'round the lake and dancing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 12, 2013

The prompt was to write about 'silence' in some way... so my next sonnet:

"Eternity's Silence" We long to go where lives eternity and that, my love, the poets say we'll share. Yet, I do question that longevity and if in silence what it means to bear? I know my love is not the silent type nor I, if indeterminate slow time in silences engaged should overripe; erupt in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 7, 2013

"How To Write a Sonnet" A miracle of birth, I see one word, "Ring`ed", appears upon my pristine page. Like angel sent, he mumbles, barely heard with slightly settled wings, becomes my sage. "I am not made of steel", I hear him say. "Your magic ring must now be made of brass". My bonnet, as it tilted... Sign in to see full entry.

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Working on...

A poem is like a child who wants to be so, step aside, allow it to proceed. Sign in to see full entry.

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I've been writing poetry daily for the past two years. I like Japanese Haiku. I'm currently in love with Iambic Pentameter and the Shakespearean Sonnet. I make it a practice to write at least one sonnet per day.

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