Pat^tern*s & Tex+tur’es
BUMPY ~ lacey ~ smooth
Silky@ SCRATCHY @ stitched
grainy ^ marbled ^veined
FloRAl * gauzy * translucent
granite # plaid # gingham
crisscross + quilted + weave
embroidered…ruBBer…pitted
rivets % grooves % cerAMic
platinum ` stainless steel ` wavy
curvy ~ loopy ~ rough
soft $ fluffy $ grainy
ripples > ragged >> raw edge
beveled ; linoleum ; pergo
paisley | puffy | leather
pleather } plastic } rust
Filed under Poetry
Childhood Times
Few worries
overflowing curiosities
Imagining, drawing, singing,
T*w*I*r*L*i*N*g
Laughing , skipping,
P^L^a^Y^i^n^G
Gentle play and toys to build
Make Believe
We’ve been telling stories all our lives with soldiers and Barbies and pretty ponies;
with dress-up frocks
plastic guns and cars that roll
race
and drop
off
into space
Filed under Poetry
A Warning of heat
danger flame game
A dare of Adventure
BLAZE
The color of rage
the lure of Seduction
Tempt and Taunt…FATE
Cool and calm…WAIT
Passion, petals, purse … of the lips
Feel the dangerous burn of my kiss
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And, now, from my oldest son, David (13):
Is It Wrong?
Is it wrong
That I glance up at the clouds,
Feeling the wind through my hair,
And dream of a mystifying land
Where one can be accepted no matter what?
Is it wrong
That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,
Baggy and ripped at the knees,
Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic
Shorts, so unscathed and clean?
Is it wrong
That I ask people about their troubles,
Sometimes doing all in my mortal power
To help them surpass the simple,
Even ones I have not defeated myself?
Is it wrong
That while the few friends I have
Dance around giddily and go to
The most extreme only to impress,
But I only hang back in silent content?
Is it wrong
That I do not laugh when others are hurt,
On their knees in blood stained mud,
And I am there with hand outstretched,
Seeming to always be there in time of need?
Is it wrong
That I do not clap, nor do I support
Ones I do not find worthy of it,
Ones who I find in my perspective to be
Quite cruel and bitterly heartless?
Is it wrong
That I choose to sit in the back,
Observe and question from a far,
And wonder why when I do speak up,
It is only taken as a leaf crying softly in the wind?
Is it wrong
That I choose to be one of a kind,
Not part of the crowd, not swimming along
In the universal current of life,
Being my own group, my own person?
They tell me that you cannot win life
Without backstabbing and betrayal along the way,
No matter who you are inside or how honest you are.
But I believe this can only be this:
The world can only be changed if someone is willing to take the steps to change it.
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April is National Poetry Month and I believe I will challenge myself silly by trying to write a short poem a day. I cannot promise that I’ll be sharing my creations here, but maybe with enough coaxing, you can convince me.
Poetry is that form that puts fear in my heart and makes my fingers fumble on the keyboard. But, I forget that poetry was what started this passion for writing back in the 3rd grade. Sister Mary Donald was vigilant in her quest to have every 9-year-old become the next Yeats, Frost or at least Seuss.
Well, I’ve challenged my 10-yer-old son to write me a poem today while home on Spring Break and promised I’d do the same for him. Hmm? Anyone have a meter they can spare?
If you’re up for the challenge:
More details can be found at http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
The Poem-A-Day Challenge. April 1st through 30th at Poetic Asides.
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