The challenge this week is to write a Shadorma, which has a syllable count of 3-5-3-3-7-5. Along with this, the challenge includes random words that must be used in the text.
A smile Sticks onto my lips As the song of new spring Is made up of birds singing The flutter of wings
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And yes I’m saying smile has two syllables. I think it could be argued that it’s one, but I’m saying SMY – UL
Tall pines More still than a seventh grader Strong, firm, and evergreen Subtle wind shift Life map
This weeks challenge was to write about what you see through your window. I was in class when I read the prompt, so I decided to use my wonderfully large windows as an inspiration.
I don’t think I quite expressed the contrast between the stillness of the trees and the restlessness of the student, but that’s what I’m going for.
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The prompt this week is based on this picture by Monet:
I always Had the impression That Monet Needs glasses. The blurs are not purposeful They are myopic.
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How is a kiss so fleeting Yet so persistent? Long after lips have parted, and dried. The feeling lasts as an echo, bouncing back from a distant canyon wall, returning not to the face but to the mind.
I was given two words that I can only use synonyms for. I wrote a cinquain to meet the syllable challenge.
Uncoil Buds spin open Tender verdant hue That deepens when emerald leaves Return
Thanks to Colleen M Chesebro. You can find the challenge, and the two words at www.wordcraftpoetry.com.
It would be fun if you made a guess at the two words and left a comment!
Reading my poem “Garlic Press” for my radio interview with Victoria Onefrei. Link for the show will be coming as soon as I have it!
Garlic Press
For its mechanical ferocity Consider the garlic press: The most aggressive kitchen tool More violent than the tenderizer. Peel the transparent husk Push the shiny bulb Down into the cup Pressing its arched back Over the grid of holes Line up the plunger – Hinged silver block Created to crush – Grip the handles Squeeze Pressing the bulb into the screen Pushing past its initial resistance Until it breaks Garlic pulps through holes Splattering in shafts Splashing into the dish.
Here is my poem based off of this photo:
Despite its stillness Picture frozen water flows Green comb waterfall Thanks to Colleen M. Chesebro at https://wordcraftpoetry.com/ Photo from https://secondwindleisure.com/
I forgot that I need a syllabic poem for the weekly challenge. So here is the image again and my poem.
Look above me now At the love that used to be Dissolving to mist
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There are those who say "She saw right through me" Is the worst thing to hear. But her face Tells me she is seeing Past me. When you see in her eyes you are fading it is awful. When you see that something else has started It's worse. It's over.
Portrait of Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (1865-1932) by John Singer Sargent, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
The #tankatuesday challenge was to write a Ekphrastic poem about this painting. I found her look very intriguing, and the set of her eyes inspired this poem.
The challenge this week was to use synonyms for the words “grow” and “change”.
Sun Rise
Evolve Reform, renew Awaken to the dawn. Refreshed, growing into a new Challenge.
Mark Bozeman 