I hope that when I'm 386 years old,
I'm as convinced of man's basic desire to do the right thing as you were.
Now then: Poetry Friday! I admit to feeling a little like an old Slinky lately - with my stretch wearing out, and the poetry stretches over at The Miss Rumphius Effect getting harder for me to complete. Read what the assignments were by clicking on the links, and follow them to see what other people wrote. At least getting nudged keeps me writing, and it might do the same for you....so thanks for that, Tricia.
1. This week, we were asked to "generate a list of rhyming words inspired by your surroundings and then write a poem inspired by them." Here's mine:
Quiet in the house, not a sound.
It's all moonglow, though mallow whispers from a pitcher
near the sink. Then Day comes. She turns Night around--
the flowers shout and the stunned house, which her
chirrups fill, begins to spin-- Day makes the tea tins
tremble, she makes the thin-bowled silver spoons clink
on the counter, she makes the cups shake and the dog blink
and cockatoo whistle in his cage. In fact, Day wins
the day and keeps on winning all day long until, once more,
Moon knocks like at neighbor at the back porch door.
2. Last week the stretch was to write a poem based on a folktale, fairy tale or legend. I chose to set a fairy tale mood rather than to use one speific fairy tale figure.
Three gold coins,
three wishes wished,
three magic seeds
and three magic fish,
three bad guesses,
three real tears-
now the sea is salty,
now the seeds are years,
now the threes are doubles,
now the doubles one,
now the world is spinning
'til it comes undone.
Now you are a changeling,
now you are a haunt,
now you're hardly here at all
and now you're not.
Now you're just the wind
as it moves through trees,
and I can hear you counting--
One, two, three....
3. And the week before that we had to write poems "based on food." I got a double dactyl from that (well, double dactyl meter anyway - I didn't add in the six-syllable word in the next to the last line. This one goes out to Lang and her husband, the owners of Mandarin Chef in Seattle's University District, on the Ave. just north of 50th Ave. NE. They serve delicious food, and they are such nice people.
uses some spices,
some garlic (and how....)
Even when I'm in the
Great Land of Noddery,
I am still dreaming of
Lang's hot kung pao.
Oh, yum. They do make their kung pao very HOT HOT HOT! You'll find Poetry Friday today over at Carol's Corner. Thanks, Carol.