Showing posts with label NaPoWriMo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NaPoWriMo. Show all posts

Friday, April 20, 2012

Opposite Poem

 

 NaPoWriMo says write an 'opposites' poem. Take someone else's poem and switch it entirely...

Autumn

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

John Clare

(I switched it to Spring)

Spring

The bud remains quiescent though winds moan and seethe
On dull-crested garden; the seed waits beneath
The ground, freed of winter is clenched by deep frost
Hiding spring, like a miser still counting the cost

The ground, rich and ready, is like under-baked bread
As buds becomes heady on tree-limbs overhead
The rested field sprawls, humbled by its naked bosom
As honey-bees fall, tumble, from blossom to blossom

Valleys, like cold dungeons are dark before dusk
But the orchard is burgeoning with pink-petal musk
Yet still cool is the air; silver-gray is the shower
But we do not care; Spring hath too short an hour

© Janet Martin

Monday, April 16, 2012

Moment-tides



NaPoWriMo picture prompt


Where yesterday’s zephyrs
Flirted on meadows
Teasing the clover and tender wheat
You crowd against veiled
Ephemeral shadows
Of dark and light; waking and sleep

No flagrant wrath
No indifference
Nor riveting contrails, no lambent glow
To mark the path
Of your intent
You come, breath-pause…and then you go

You blur images
Stored in my thought
A river of perpetual flow
Reminding me that
I am caught
In moment-tides of ‘come and go’

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Five Senses Poem


As I kiss
The salt on your skin
Inhale your scent
Caress your cheek
Absorb your warmth
You begin to undo
My best defense
I heed your
Unformed suggestions
The begging in your eyes
As I realize
I
Love
Baked potatoes

© Janet Martin

NaPoWriMo asks us to write using our five senses today!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Of Desire and Despair

I wandered, lonely as a cloud
Grappling desire and despair
Guilt raised its fist, ugly and proud
While mercy fanned the morning air
And on the palm of lithesome breeze
A song of tender memories

Continuous as the stars that shine
Transient moments tune the air
And you, oh little love of mine
Drive my desire and despair
Come now and lay awhile with me
We’ll count the stars on heaven’s sea

The waves of time sparkle and dance
As they roll onward to a sea
Oh, ride the bark of present-chance
Before it slips to history
I’ll trade desire and despair
For this; your breath against my hair

For oft, when on my couch I lie
And you are there and I am here
Despair and deep desire vie
For residence within my tear
But now, they slip unnoticed far
Time pauses 'neath the midnight star

© Janet Martin 

NaPoWriMo Prompt: Steal a line from a famous favorite...

For my second Theft I stole from another favorite... William Wordsworth and his poem

Daffodils



I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth :




Saturday, April 7, 2012

Red

 
From Calvary’s cross
Redemption bled
And covered our dross
In rivers of red

“It is finished”
He bowed His head
As grace poured freely
In rivers of red

“Oh, look and live”
Hope is not dead
God forgives
In rivers of red

© Janet Martin

NaPoWriMo Prompt: Write a 'color' poem

 "For in Him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell,
and through Him to reconcile to Himself all things,
whether on earth or in heaven,
making peace by the blood of His cross. " - Colossians 1:19

Song: The Wonder of the Cross

Silver


Silver night
Casts silvery sigh
On the silver shadows
Where willow-limbs lie

Silver oceans
Cover the grass
Where silver moments
Stilly pass

Silver silence
Wrenches the sky
I didn’t know silver
Is the shade of good-bye

…as silver breezes
Offer silver cheer
In a silver world
Through my silver tears

J~

NaPoWriMo Prompt: A 'color' poem

Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Glory Days

Image Source: gazettextra.com


First game of the season...
They tumble onto the ice
Miniature robots
And darting minnows
Each a super-star
In the rite of innocence
Because at four and five years old
You can do nothing wrong
These are the true glory days

© Janet Martin

I read an article inviting kids to Mites/Tykes Hockey...
"Come! chill out and have fun because mites hockey is all about having fun! That’s all!"
What happened to the rest of the levels? Oh, right! Expectation…and fear of failure.
 

NaPOWriMo Prompt: In honor of opening day! 

Here is one of my all-time Favorites by Kenny Rogers

 

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

A Royal Wedding




Behold: look yonder
See what breaks the ramparts of the sky
As golden thunder
Sends the stars in showers from on high
Behold; who comes
In royalty on heaven’s mercy seat
With angel legions at his side
Winged creatures at His feet

Behold; what sounds
What fills the air with roar of rushing water?
And who descends
With glory rare in search of Zion’s daughter?
Behold; behold
It is the Lord. Behold the Bridegroom comes
As hallelujah fills the air
His bride is coming home

Behold the Love
He sees her there in linens bright and clean
Behold the blood
That cleansed Her where vile sin-stains once had been
Behold the song
That rends the earth; behold the great I AM
Blessed are those invited to
The wedding of the Lamb’

© Janet Martin

Then a voice came from the throne, saying:
"Praise our God,
all you his servants,
you who fear him,
both great and small!"
6 Then I heard what sounded like a great multitude, like the roar of rushing waters and like loud peals of thunder, shouting:
"Hallelujah!
For our Lord God Almighty reigns.
7 Let us rejoice and be glad
and give him glory!
For the wedding of the Lamb has come,
and his bride has made herself ready.
8 Fine linen, bright and clean,
was given her to wear."
(Fine linen stands for the righteous acts of God's holy people.)
9 Then the angel said to me, "Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!" And he added, "These are the true words of God."
Rev. 19: 5-9

NaPoWriMo Prompt : write an

Epithalamium

(wedding poem)



Monday, April 2, 2012

Black

 My brown book-cases were looking tired...I woke them up with black paint. I know this is a corny take on the prompt but it really was all I could come up with for now, having been immersed in black paint for the better part of a week:) Blame this on the fumes;)

Does your furniture need a face-lift?
Here's a plan of attack
Simply grab a brush
and paint it black

***

Don't know what to wear
to the party tonight?
If you choose black
You will always be right

***

Once I was a young thing
With heart still intact
But scars are a cruel thing
Invisible black

***


# 1 Song on June 7 1966 Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones...NaPoWRiMo Prompt; Use the # 1 hit on the day you were born for inspiration.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

A Triolet: Not Yours to Keep

Give it back to the world
That whisper in your soul
Is a banner, waiting to be unfurled
Give it back to the world
For when fear’s clenched fist is uncurled
Hope urges bravery to its goal
Give it back to the world
That whisper in your soul

© Janet Martin

Inspired by a quote read here

No man should be shamefaced through his work, to give back to the world a portion of its lost heart. — Louise Bogan 1897-1970 American Poet