Friday, February 28, 2014

Flowery Flight

I can connect the dots 'cross the bridge
of her nose just to hear her sweet giggle
bubble around us. 
                               I know she'll shake
her face and scrunch up her nose,
pull back from my reach and twirl
her pink lace layered skirt flaring out
about her as though at any moment
it'll lift her into the air -
                                            a flying petal
propeller spiriting her up as her arms
reach out toward the sky above.

She'll stop mid-twirl, quickly regain her legs
and run back towards me.

"Again!  Again!  Do it again!"


          she'll squirm and giggle as
I count...

"1, 2, 3...over the mountain...4, 5, 6, 7"

before she escapes my grasp once again
soaring in carefree giggly delight.

A bit of rambling and Inspiration for this piece:  There is a reason I write poetry.  I don't much care for the detail that goes along with writing lengthy prose.  Building a scene or developing a character is wordy and poetry well I admit it has its moments, but for the most part siphons of most of the unnecessary.  I've managed lengthy prose, but that's mainly because I quite enjoy the dialogue and the moments and emotions I can conjure up with dialogue.

The reason I mention any of this is because I find it hard enough to develop a character when faced with lengthy prose, the idea of doing so within the confines of poem seems crazy.  Not that it can't be done.  I have read some amazing pieces where a character can seamlessly be brought to life through poetry.  I think the underlying problem is that I just don't "look" at people...fear tied to social anxiety; I have a unwritten piece entitle "Selective Blindness" that speaks to this, but that's besides the point.  Anyway...

With the prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub for this week's Meeting the Bar, being about creating a character through a poem...this here is my feeble attempt at capturing a character through poetry.    

Wednesday, February 26, 2014


work toward

slurping princesses
find table etiquette
a troublesome beast to best

"fighting against one's own nature."

Inspiration for this piece and A note on form:  It seems like forever since last a Three Word Wednesday collided (on the last Wednesday of the month) with a clarity pyramid; it's only been since November.  It take as long to find my way with this one.  I do tend to struggle a bit finding the right fit, but having recently looking at a picture of my niece from her recent visit to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique, the idea just kind of flowed.  [3WW=>aspire, beast, slurp(ing)]

Monday, February 24, 2014

Secret Message or Love Spell?

Once unraveled, baffling, haunting codes
unearth simple, loving, wanting notes.

Inspiration for this piece:  I came across this story while scanning through Flipboard's Cover Stories.  The original article in the Huffington Post was written just prior to Valentine's Day - quite fitting I would suppose.  Anyway, I just loved the whole story...I knew there was a poem hidden here.  While I'm not really certain I found the poem, I did find a poem, so...

A note on form:  Honestly I have bypassed this form on multiple occasions.  Whether because it was too tight/restricting or because I had no idea how to even get started on developing an idea for one, I couldn't say.  So what brought me to this form, known as Tyburn?  Well, while listing some thoughts and ideas from the article a couple of words jumped out at me (haunting, baffling, puzzling).  While I did not end up using all three words, it did make me recall this form.  After reviewing its structure, I thought why not.  Why not indeed?  I'm not 100% sold on my use of "wanting," but I like what the "nt" added to the rhyme with haunting and in my head it sounds appropriate...that's all that really matters right?  (Feel free to lie and say "right.")  I also admit, I took some liberty with the rhyme of the last two lines.  Instead of pure rhymes, I used assonance.  Although I could argue that the 'd' and 't' have a similar sound quality that assists in the ending rhyme.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

A Little Bit Pinky, a Little Bit Brain

Beneath the surface lay the heart
   (a truth, if you will)
of how I feel with every knock
    (upon my door).

"If you want ideas, you're
in the right place!"
is the face I show
   (not a lie -
    ideas simmer within my
    rather normal sized brain
    waiting to burst forth)
ready & willing (genuinely)
                                    to help.

"Quiet!  There's world
domination in progress!"
stares me (upside down) in the face
   (not inaccurate, but not mine -
    if I listen quietly enough
    the thoughts & challenges of
    young growing minds waft in)
giving me pause to what lies outside
                                    my door.

"Are you aware that
you're disturbing me?"
lives face down
   (a shameful reality -
    pushed down & buried;
    a contradiction to who
    I am - yet not really)
shouting as it should (within)
                                    at me.

Inspiration for this piece:  So it started with a piece I read this morning that hinted at the dVerse Poet Pubs Meeting the Bar prompt for today.  At first I thought the little rock I stepped on this morning with the word "luck" written on it would be a good selection for the prompt, but as I sat at my desk today another gem of an idea surfaced.  On my desk is a "brain analyzer."  It holds a triangular prism with three sets of phrases on them.  When I was still in the classroom,, "Quiet! There's world domination in progress!" would face outward.  The rest of the time was probably split evenly between the other two phrases.  Now it sits on my desk with "If you want ideas, you're in the right place!" so as not to scare off the teachers who come to visit me.  Nonetheless, the phrases on all sides are never far from my mind.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Don't Ask...I've No Idea

Listen close, I've much to say,
but it's hidden deep.
Far beneath the surface lay
truths that shall not keep.

Far beneath the surface lay
mysteries untold,
waiting patiently to slay
demons dark and cold.
Listen close, I've much to say -
deeply interred -
waiting patiently to slay
all with just a word.

A note on form and structure: So technically this piece is free verse, though obviously it has some structure and design.  Each stanza is composed of four lines (quatrain).  The syllable structure is 7-5-7-5 for each stanza; with meter trochee with an extra stress at the end (DUM-da-DUM-da-DUM-da--DUM / DUM-da-DUM-da--DUM / etc.).  Then there is the rhyming pattern of abab, acac, adad; with lines that repeat in two stanzas.  As to the rhyme-and-reason behind the decision to write in this structure...well...that is an excellent question.

Inspiration for this piece and On unearthing titles:  Haven't a clue...thus the title. 

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Quarters Line the Counter <> Claiming Next Turn

He writes
                  a kaleidoscope of phrases

twisting gems <> colored
               auras he reads
               like the back of his hand
          a soul cross–|–es his path <>

reflecting angles / \ the world shaped
                 in brilliant – insight(ing) –
                 light shimmering
        truths lost to most / \

fitting perfectly /\\ asymmetrical \
            images breathtaking(ly)
            (& real) together
for a breath

      he twists a new inc(l)andescent
      image patterned in colors and shapes
                                     (words & phrase)
                                  <> gems & angles / \

A cryptic (just because) note on the inspiration for this piece:  This isn't quite my first time writing on this subject and to be truthful, the gems and angles were not so easy for me to see initially.  But like a kaleidoscope that promises something sparkly and new with each turn, I found myself re-turn-ing again and again for a glimpse inside until the pattern finally took shape.

On unearthing titles:  So this is one of those rare occasions where the title began to unfurl as the idea and first lines began to creep into (and swirl around in) my brain.  With the idea of the kaleidoscope, came an odd array of other thoughts.  The old fashioned picture movie devices (mutoscope) that was a mechanical version of a flip book where sequential images were set in a wheel that was turned by a hand crank as you peered through the a single lens with a hood.  These were coin operated devices.  The next thought that popped was the idea that when at an arcade, the next player would put a quarter (or token) on the game as a way of claiming the next game.  And so somehow these two ideas merged to bring about the title here in.

An aside:  I highly doubt these last three days are any indicator in the future frequency of my posts, but is nice to feel the pencil glide across to the smiles that light up upon completion of a piece.  Maybe my lack of motivation has been vanquished or maybe this is just a break in the cloudy skies that have dampened my desire to write.  Who's to say, but time.