Crafting and Creating; Photography and Poetry
precious time with family
last longer than toys
review class offer
tickets to Jekyll & Hyde
In the summer of 2002, I took a “Writing the Review” class taught by Christopher Rawson, the local paper’s drama critic. It was an awesome summer with excuses to go to movies, art galleries, theatre, museums, and more, all for school.
Our professor offered everyone in the class the opportunity to go to the Pittsburgh Civic Light Opera opening nights with him: free tickets to the show, the chance to write your own review sitting at the computer next to him as he composed the one that would be in the paper the next morning, and a tour of the newspaper offices. Out of a class of around 40, only two of us took him up on the offer (both of us older, nontraditional students). I went to Jekyll & Hyde with him; he even said he added a couple of my comments into the final article.
Also submitted to Thursday Poets Rally.
full moon shadows etched on snow
winter night wildness
candy-colored fractal spirals
sleepy eyes finally drift closed
Poets United: The Thursday Think Tank # 77 – The City
between cloud and snow
eerie pink glow fills the air
city lights reflecting
I ran across several blogs hosting challenges for 2012. Here’s my early commitment to such
I’ve added the sites to my sidebar as well as created a page for them. The book challenges I’ll keep updated at that page. New challenges may be added at will.
The rules, as copied from the respective sites:
Hunting . a thicket giving shelter to wild animals or game
hidden within the covert
as gunshots ring out
One of the spring fox pups stayed at the farm this year. We often saw him playing in the pastures. If we were working around the barn, he would hunker down in the tall grass and watch us, ears up and bright eyed. He’d chase butterflies and his own fluffy tail in the evening sun. Just past sun set one autumn evening, we saw him bounding down towards the pipeline. Five minutes later, in the darkness, we heard two shots ring out. We never saw that playful spirit again.
I hate small game season.
Once again the kind folks at the Thursday Poets Rally have presented me with one of their Perfect Poets awards.
In honor of this, I’ve attempted a new form, the cameo. It is a strictly syllabic form with seven lines of 2, 5, 8, 3, 8, 7, 2 syllables per line.
beneath a blue sky
so formal in their tuxedos
from the Thursday Poets Rally
the Perfect Poets Award
predator and prey
no malice in their meeting
just circle of life
Normally I wouldn’t show this low res of a photograph to anyone. But, on full digital zoom out into the lake, I thought my little Fujifilm FinePix did pretty well. Well enough for me to identify a new life bird for me!
There are two options for today’s prompt:
Write an evening poem.
Write a day-time poem.
as evening descends
shadows spread into the field
For today’s prompt, write a tribute poem. Write your tribute poem for anyone or anything you like–Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Harry Potter, etc. Have fun!
little rover on Mars
even six years past her three-month lifespan
still continuing the mission
dragging one foot behind
For today’s prompt, write a good old days poem. Sometimes the good old days were actually good or not, everyone has a good old days poem in them (even if it’s someone else’s good old days story). So dig deep and pull it out.
heavy horses gave
companionship and hard work
replaced by cold steel
For this month’s final prompt, write an “against all odds” poem. I often feel like we have to fight against the odds, the elements, the technology, etc., to complete these challenges, but there are so many other scenarios that involve someone or something working against all odds to make something happen.
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Story,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new word or phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.
dice roll determines
journeys and battles
the story unfolds