Day 24: Seemingly Nosense

Yesterday's prompt (yes, I am trying to catch up on my poems):  a “mix-and-match” poem in which you mingle fancy vocabulary with distinctly un-fancy words.

Bardolatry - humorous excessive admiration of Shakespeare (‘the Bard of Avon’)

cerulean - deep sky blue

clepsydra - an early clock using the flow of water into or out of a container

dwaal - S. African a dreamy, dazed, or absent-minded state

glaikit - Scottish & N. English stupid, foolish, or thoughtless

 Seemingly Nonsense

The cloying air

Hanging is cloistered masses

Like curtains in the windows.

They are coloured cerulean,

I bet you don’t know what thst colour is?

But I remember that time,

Blowing lacy fabric,

Standing in an empty room,

When sunlight shining down.

When I,

Worshipping Bardolatry,

Whispering thou blessed words

Within the pine forest.

In the selfsame sunshine

And the trickling of the clepsydra,

Meaning I am not outside,

But in a somewhat dwaalish state.

Knowing what I know,

I don’t feel the glaikit in the least,

And I can only marvel at the poem

That I have just written,

For you.

Day 25: Silence Calls

Today's prompt is to use a line from a favourite poem to write a a new poem.

A favourite line of mine is from the end of the poem The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot

"This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bag, but a whimper."

 Silence Calls

It is the silence that echoes--

The silence that grows.

I am afraid sometimes

Of the silence.

I want noise echoing down the halls,

Music,

Television,

Something,

But there is nothing but silence

Growing in volume.

My ears filling with blood,

Pumping,

Pulsing,

Banging around my temples,

And this is how I fear my end,

Not with a whimper,

But a bang.

From MorgueFile

Shakespeare Day 2016

Yesterday was Shakespeare Day,the anniversary of Shakespeare's birth (?) and death day.

Yesterday was also the final performance of Corning Community College's Muse of Fire production of the musical adaptation of Love's Labour's Lost and the day before was the final performance of the Keuka Lake Player's production of Macbeth, so its been a month full of Shakespeare. Also, The Lake Country Players are filming a movie adaptation of the Bard's 12th Night shooting this summer. So, yeah, lots of Shakespeare in 2016.

I felt inspired to write a sonnet (which I have become quite adept at) taking pieces of Macbeth and Love's Labour's Lost in my own tribute to the Bard from Stratford-upon-Avon. If you have never read a Shakespeare play, or seen one performed, you are missing out. I realize that the language is a bit to grasp, but there is something liquid to his words, especially when performed. Listen to an well performed soliloquy and you'll see (hear) what I mean.

The Bard’s Call (or from Macbeth and Love’s Labour’s Lost)

Within the wood of Birnam do you go,

Searching for blood, reconcile the tyrant.

Spoken by the sisters three they echo,

A call to fate shining brightly brilliant.

When love’s vow is proclaimed against the rule

And you feel unjustly cohearsed by might

And the world you know has become that cruel,

Only by chance can one, an ending write.

Two stories told to the audience be

A miraculous joy, mirth and mayhem

With hardly poor players upon stages see

A tale “told by an idiot” poem.

Has been done since the 16^th century,

Not bad for a tanner’s son that he be.

 

Dear Readers, if you are a little lost, please check out Brows Held High's video on 400 years of Bardoltry here. There is also his review of the Kenneth Branagh's version of Love's Labour's Lost here.  The version the CCC did is a modern adaptation of Branagh's version wit different songs. 'Twas an enjoyable and funny version, something a little different.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Days 9 through 12

I have been hanging out in Scotland lately; rehearsing Macbeth, double doubling, and all that fun jazz. I have not had the time to devote to writing in one of my two favourite poetry challenges, NaPoWriMo. 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April. So, Dear Readers i am still writing, but i have to lump days together, because i work and then rehearsal and it TECH WEEK ZOMG!!!!

That leaves so little extra time to write and post. Working on changing that. But, in the mean time i give you Days 9 through 12.

Topic: a tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of
ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

Passion's Burning

Upon the darken stage you do stand
in silence your hear your own heart
the moment is right and poise to strike.

Burst alive the tech crew will strike
to rearrange where your world will stand
and your passion welling in your heart.

Its when you are creating with your heart
a story told by players upon a stage do strike,
curtain and bows the cast will stand.

With tears, laughter, and heart strikes them to stand.

4/12/16 Day 7 - 12:27 pm

Topic - Poem about Flowers

Dragon Breath

Burst of colour,

open wide,

looks like a dragon's flame,

Carnations.

4/12/16 Day 8 - 12:36 pm

Topic - Afraid to Admit Something

Afeared

Some days I am afraid,
to speak
Some days its only too
obvious
Somedays I wish it wasn't
true
Someday I will say it,
but today is not the day.

4/12/16 Day 9 - 1:58 pm

Topic - Bookshelf Poem

Upon the Shelf

A wrinkle in 

the Phantom Tollbooth

where the Red fern grows

and

American Gods

go to die.

Is where you

4/12/16 Day 10 - 2:30 pm

Topic - Abstract line to complete a Sensory Poem

Actor's Worst Nightmare

Feel the satin brush your skin,
the folds of your dress
swishing across the stage.
Stern of eye as you glance
into your partner's eye.
Dance with the words
as you parlay the course.
Emotion wrought,
fought
battle
underneath the lighting.
A moment captured,
alive in sweat
and make-up,
as your lines slip away
lost to the ages
deer in the headlights--
the silent that you now pro-offer the audience.

4/12/16 Day 11 - 2:06 pm.

Topic - Index Poem (Jim Henson Biography)

Henson 

Labyrinth--

from concept 

to creation.

Giantic

Director,

money lost on...

Release date,

Sarah,

Songs for,

shaft of hands

and so on.

Treatment,

wrap party

for Writers.

4/12/16 Day 12 - 2:37 pm

Day 5 and 6: Vegetable (Rainbow) Poetry

Since the last two days have been about food, seeds, growing, I thought I would play with the rainbow theme in foods. Pantoum is truly my favourite poetic form to play with. While the free verse poem for today's prompt is a a good exercise in  trusting your words to flow and become something different, real, free standing.

Enjoy, Dear Readers!

Topic: Heirloom Seeds, Molokai Sweet Potatoes, Orangegle Watermelon
Poetic Form: Pantoum

To Eat a Rainbow

Golden is the garden under the sun
where chlorophyll runs in veins
and the rabbits sneak like ninjas
around the perimeter preparing for...

Where chlorophyll runs in veins
by the earthen shores of loam
around the perimeter preparing for
salads and garnishes and veggie trays galore.

By the earthen shores of loam,
stained glass gem stones ears grow
salads and garnishes and veggie trays galore
in a cornucopia of colour.

Stained glass gem stone ears grow,
Molokai and Orangegle too
in a cornucopia of colour
that is beautiful as is delicious.

Molokai and Orangegle too
and the rabbits sneak like ninjas
that is beautiful as is delicious
Golden is the garden under the sun.

Day 5
4/6/2016

Topic: Food

Poetic Form: Free Verse

Earthen Rainbow

I wonder what a rainbow tastes like--

sweet like a juicy red delicious apple,

or hot and salty like potatoes French fried--

even though the Belgians claimed that right first.

I wonder what a rainbow tastes like,

firm and crisp like a carrot 

or soft and mushy like a banana

to long left out.

Maybe a rainbow tastes like what the earth provides 

instead of like skittles.

Maybe the rainbow

borne of the earth and sky,

prizmatic in colour

tastes like the babes born of the loam.

Day 6

4/6/2016

Day 4: It's a Cruel, Cruel April

Topic: What month is the cruelest? 

Poetry Form: Etheree

Simply put, we have about 4 to 6 inches of snow on the ground. Thus this poem was born!

Cruel April 

Spring,

It starts

With sunlight

Reaching across,

Greenery bursting

Against the Sapphic blues,

Clouds dropping a sudden storm

Cruelest mistress when sun shines

And yet you see the snow falling down.

How unfair when the seasons don’t play fair.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Catch up!

April Fool's Lune

Upon this fool’s day

Truth that lies

Best to stay away.

4/1/16

NaPoWriMo

Family's Portrait 

A family is more than blood--

A bond,

A love,

A devotion

To something greater than yourself.

A family is a theatrical production--

Imagine the director is the mother,

The stage manager a father,

The actors are the children.

A family is a network of like minded people--

Writers meeting to share words,

Artists meeting to mix paints and collaborate,

Or to gather and share their worlds.

A family is what you hold most dear,

From fathers to directors

And everything else in between,

Stronger together

Weaker when apart.

Hold yours tight.

4/2/2016

Mr. Poe,

I read your words,

Out loud,

everyday.

They are so good!

I am inspired by you.

Wanting to become a poet because of you.

Did you know how much I enjoy saying

“Quoth” the Raven when I read THAT poem.

In fact, my favourite poems are

The Raven and Annabel Lee.

Did you know that?

I bet you didn’t as you are pretty busy writing cool poetry

And creepy stories.

See, I wrote you last moth asking what the deal was,

I mean with the poem, The Bells,

Are you a little obsessed with bells?

The jingling,

The tinkling?

REALLY?

You didn't write back, but I'm not mad.

Its very repetitive, but still catchy as I am still singing it to myself, three weeks later.

Where do you come up with the ideas for your poems?

I am usually trying to write poems about plastic spoons,

unrhymeable planet names,

or my cats.

I can never seem to write anything that people want to read,

So how do you do it?

Looking forward to hear you answer.

Meanwhile trying to write a poem right now,

Something like El Dorado.

4/3/2016