Crafting and Creating; Photography and Poetry
Theme Thursday for July 19, 2012 – Distractions
dishes and laundry
cleaning and gardening too
chores left unfinished
as I sit here distracted
wandering the world wide web
Someday, I will make a list of the people I discovered through Tim Minchin. Probably the one that I watch the most is Adam Hills. I adore Adam Hills for many reasons, this one not the least.
sharing the joys and hardships
worthy of recognition
our love: precious, pure, and true
Still catching up. Hitting the prompts out-of-order as they’re just not speaking to me at the moment. Or my brain is still addled with tryptophan.
For today’s prompt, write a travel poem … You can come at traveling from any angle you wish, just be safe out on the roads.
prevents snoring and sleeping
lets me view the countryside
throughout the hours of road trips
For today’s prompt, write a “suspicious minds” poem. When I assembled these prompts more than a month ago, I considered this one of my more unusual (and more creative) prompts… Anyway, I’m thinking there are a few ways to go with this prompt. One, write a poem in which the narrator is either suspicious of someone or is the actual one under suspicion. Two, write a poem that plays with repetition–as this song does. Three, write a poem that is a performance poem spectacular (as this song is here). Of course, you can always bend and blend the prompt as you see fit.
shattered trust slowly rebuilds
with loving patience
lengthy process to replace
past abusive memories
I left Friday to travel to Philcon, Philadelphia’s Science Fiction Convention. Road trips always derail my writing schedule, so here I am catching up again.
For today’s prompt, write an “it’s too late” poem. Nobody likes a quitter, but sometimes you have to “know when to hold them, know when to fold them…” There are times when it’s just too late, and today is the day to write that poem–before it’s too late, of course.
packed, mapped, reservations made
still online dawdling
delaying until too late
caught in Friday’s rush hour snarl
Playing weekend catchup!
For today’s prompt, write a deadly and dangerous poem. Or you could write just a deadly poem. Or you could write a just dangerous poem. Feel free to poem on the wild side today!
beware the Irish
seeking deadly adventure
down in Australia
avoid the snakes and spiders
they are not the thrill you want
Deadly – Really good.
This does not mean something will kill you, it means that something is fantastic.
Here are the options for today’s “Two for Tuesday” prompt:
Write a paranormal poem. In case you’re unsure, click here for a thorough definition of the term “paranormal.”
Write a normal poem. I’m not sure what a normal poem is, but if you do (and you want to write one), go for it!
broken dishes, slamming doors,
psi activity released
as adolescence erupts
For today’s prompt, write a “what won’t wait” poem.
time’s march will not wait
whether or not I finish
expectations still remain
For today’s prompt, write an addict poem. There are lots of possible addictions out there–some of them serious and some of them not so much
only one more page
let me finish this chapter
persuasion fails, sent to bed
flashlight under the covers
For today’s prompt, write a broken poem. The poem can be specifically about something breaking or just include something (or someone for that matter) that’s broken.
Earth’s climate shifting
natural cycles breaking
violent storms, fires, earthquakes, droughts
planet crying out in pain
Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides is hosting a poem a day challenge through November! The official rules are here. For today’s prompt, he offers the choice of Write a procrastination poem or Write a proactive poem.
poetry to write
computer browsing to do
ignoring my chores
they’ll still be waiting for me
The Purple Treehouse‘s second installment of poetic forms features the tanka.
like an ethereal jellyfish
caught in the current
wispy body floating as
clouds form patterns in the sky
This week’s Sensational Haiku Wednesday prompt has been nibbling at my mind. Frustration. The poem that wanted to form would not mold itself into a 17 syllable creation. Frustration in its own right. We came to a compromise, settling on a tanka instead.
longing to reclaim
half forgotten melodies
fingers fight the pain
as they stumble through the chords
of musical memories
Originally written six years ago for Discovery. Prayed still today for Atlantis.
Goddess of warriors,
discovering new frontiers,
expanding our boundaries.
Goddess of wisdom,
delving into new knowledge,
Bring them home safe.
siren’s scream echoes
halos flashing blue and white
angels of mercy
descending through the chaos
first responders arriving
nest atop a windblown pine
as they raise fuzzy babies
before a mesmerized world
March 22nd is “National Goof Off Day.” Reflect on spontaneity.
With the Equinox just past, this seemed most appropriate.
cleansing breath of spring
a child’s spontaneity
dancing in the sun
winter’s memory dismissed
melting away with the snow
From Cloaked Monk’s March Challenge:
On this day in 1849, scientist Luther Burbank was born. Burbank was a botanist, or someone who studies plant life. He was known for developing new types of flowers and plants. Reflect on nature.
This tanka was prompted as much by my drive home tonight as by the challenge. Close encounters of the white-tailed deer kind.
winter coat of softest grey
caught in headlight’s glow
fleet of foot, white tail flagged high
vanishes into the trees
a single candle
flickers bright in remembrance
this Halloween night
as the wind wails its lament,
keening with me, sharing grief
NaPoWriMo proved to me how autobiographical poems can be when you are trying to churn them out.
A friend’s thirteen year old nephew wants to learn Dungeons & Dragons. So she has set up a campaign (based in 3.5) for nephew, partner, and me. I rolled my half elf druid on Monday. Breora Duskwalker meets up with her party a little later today. Breora has been much on my mind the last couple days as I create background for her.
So, for the latest poem, I give you:
new quests, perils, and treasure
with every dice roll
exploring with each campaign
worlds of imagination
as hearts’ companions
living a life together
surrounded by love
torn asunder by strangers
separated and alone
Here’s the newslink that inspired this one: Sonoma County CA separates elderly gay couple and sells all of their worldly possessions