OctPoWri Mo - Day 17 - The Dragon Chose... (Minimal Dream)

The Prompt

Here's my challenge to you: Choose 50 words. Write a poem using only those words, repeating and rhyming as you see fit. You can use the words as many times as you like, but limit yourself to just the 50 words.

Not particularly please with this poem, Dear Readers. I had wanted to play with rhyme, but there didn't seem to be time. (Oh, hahaha, Dear Muse!) Taking the feel and ambiance of the fairy tale, I free versed it. There is some potential there, but it's not what I was aiming for.

I used more than 50 words and only repeated one line three times, but still I feel there is something in this poem to maybe return to after OctPoWriMo and review it.

I would love input of this one, Readers. Do you think it works? Favourite parts? Weakest part? Leave me some love in the comments below. Enjoy!

Word Prompts: And the dragon chose, fairy tale, fantasy, minimalism, fiction

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from MorgueFile

Minimal Dream

And the dragon chose

a tasty reminder-- 

always take 

the quixotic route 

to adventure,

as you will find yourself 

lost

       in 

                       whimsy,

eating Turkish Delites

and

when you can no longer stand--

the dragon chose,

to ask you to the prom

dancing in times

and in musical rhyme.

Dream-like

and shining.

Travel by umbrella,

on breezes that taste of

lemon and meringue,

so soft and fluffy

only to arrive at your destination--

you'll never guess where...

...upon your bed,

laughing as the Dragon chose

for you to

eat your pillow

as you would eat a

Turkish Delite.

OctPoWriMo - Day 6 - (Pain Adventures)

I'm breaking with the pattern Dear Readers. This is my month! Ah-ha!

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Writing Prompts: Adventure, Headache, Dreams

from MorgeFile

Pain Adventure

There goes your plans,

when a headache

comes to call,

knocking on your eyeballs,

and cha-cha through your sinuses.

It's like a challenge,

not moving your head

when it aches,

twinges,

pangs.

Will it  take a bribe,

of something like currency,

in Advil,

or Tylenol?

Barter your way

to relief,

by trudging to market

with your wares

of Asprin and Heat

and hopes it is buying.

Only to find 

that it has long since left--

no heat left

and Asprin flung on the floor

and you overslept again.

Morning has come.

11:07 am

I hope you enjoyed today's poetic fare. Adventures of headache attacks! What do you do when you get a headache? How do you combat this petty to severe criminal? Leave me some love and a comment below. Thank you!

OctPoWriMo: Sailor's Dreams

Today's Poetry Prompt: The paradelle. Invented to be a parody (hence the name) to villanelles by US Poet Laureate Billy Collins. There, that's your history lesson for the day! Go visit Shadow Poetry for examples.


The Design is simple:
Stanza 1: 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4
Stanza 2: 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8
Stanza 3: 9, 9, 10, 10, 11, 12
Stanza 4: 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

Word prompts: Parallel, Dimension , Shipwreck , Delicious

Sentence prompts: 
O' stormy sea...
Sounding with a crunch...
In her shadow...

Come and visit OctPoWriMo and see what everyone is writing.

Photo courtesy of Beverly Tan

Sailor's Dreams

What if it was all in her head

What if it was all in her head

The delicious dream of sailing on the stormy seas

The delicious dream of sailing on the stormy seas

The dream of sailing in her head, what if

on the stormy seas, it was all delicious.

As she lays supine amongst the daisies

As she lays supine amongst the daisies

In another dimension, dreaming of sailor's stories

In another dimension, dreaming of sailor's stories

She lays supine as in another dimension dreaming,

sailor's stories of amongst the daisies.

There is a shipwreck riding fast against the waves

There is a shipwreck riding fast against the waves

At the mercy of her own wild imagination's creation

At the mercy of her own wild imagination's creation

Against the waves, there riding of her own imagination

a mercy is fast at the shipwreck's creation. 

At a shipwreck of her own creation, riding the waves--

wild's imagination is sailing on the stormy seas.

In another dream of sailor's stories all in her head,

as amongst the supine mercy there was it,

the fast dreaming of delicious daisies.

What if she lays against the dimension?

Poetry Corner: Carousel Dreams

Quick poetry post for my Poetry Tuesday. I wrote a couple of poems yesterday, but the pantoum was not my best and the other was a haiku. I like to post several haiku at a time, because they are short poems. So tonight (early Wenesdayish) we are going back to May. This poem was inspired back the carousel at Eldridge Park in Elmira, NY. Where the rides are a dollar and the chance to win a brass ring. Like the good ol' days!

This is a pantoum. One of my faves and a reminder of summer's end. The repetition seems to evokes feeling of being a child, summer, fairs and such. Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Carousel Dreams

In a colourful blur of memories

spinning around your head--

in the sunshine you hear the music

and you feel like a kid again.

Spinning around your head

as the world whirls in colourful blurs

and you feel like a kid again--

picking out your trusty steed.

As the world whirls in colourful blurs

taking hold in the line the long minutes of

picking out your trusty steed,

for the adventure of a lifetime.

Taking hold in the line the long minutes of

waiting for your turn to arrive,

for the adventure of a lifetime

only costs one dollar.

Waiting for your turn to arrive,

when no cares are to be had--

only costs one dollar

to ride the giant giraffe.

When no cares are to be had--

in the sunshine and memories

to ride the giant giraffe

in a colourful blur of memories.

5-3-2015
12:04 pm

NaPoWriMo: Switch Out Poem

I had to, for this poem, exchange one word for another, a common noun with something intangible. And thus borrowing lines from a Wikipedia entry on the subject of said noun compose a poetry with the switched out word. Now I took much of these sentences and rewording them to form the poem, otherwise it would have be a very dry and dull reading of poetry. most like a lesson plan on the subject I chosen. So, with some lovely descriptive sentences about my topic, I turned it into a poem.

Today I used Candles = Yearnings and Wicks = Dreams. It played better lyrically to have two words being switched out. I think it actually reads well this way. I hope you, Dear Readers enjoy it. I am rather proud of this poem. If you curious, you should try this prompt. It was much different than any prompt I have had before. I liked it, it stretched the mind. Check out NaPoWriMo's if you would like to get into more challenging poetry writing and meet other writers.

Truth about Yearnings and their Dreams

A Yearning is a solid block of wax

With an embedded Dream,

Which is ignited to provide light

And sometimes used to measure time.

For a Yearning to burn,

A heat source is use—

To light the Yearning’s Dream

Via flame or desire.

A Yearning manufacturer or a Yearner

Makes the Yearning with skills hands

And has his trade from a Master Yearner

Often for years

Before applying their own Dreams to wax.

Such stuff as Dreams and Yearnings

They are delicate things

And over time the Yearning is used

And as the mass of solid fuel is melted,

Consumed,

The Yearning grows shorter.

What Dreams that are not vapourized

Are then consumed by the heat source.

It’s a seemingly all consuming Yearning.

The incineration of the Dream

Limited to the exposed length of the Dream,

And thus maintains a constant burning temperature

And rate of consumption,

Making the Yearning burn

A substantial enough to time.

Best to keep an eye on any Yearning

That are burning,

‘Tis dangerous to burn a Yearning on its own.

The result could be an uncontrolled dream

And subsequent loss of habituation

And property.

8:35 am

Pictures come from MorgueFile. Descriptions of Candles from Wikipedia: Candles.