Pear Butter (a shardorma)

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three long spoons
waiting patiently
three ball jars
open-mouthed
simmering golden promise
summer on our tongues

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POETIC FORM: SHARDORMA

Shardorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively. – See more at: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poets/shadorma-a-highly-addictive-poetic-form-from-spain#sthash.bn2uFi5o.dpuf

Fall Recall – One of Three Flashbacks

This weekend I celebrated my birthday, and it was filled with amazing experiences with incredible loves… and no writing whatsoever. So, this week, I’m revisiting some early posts, and sharing them again. I hope you enjoy this one!

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Night Air (a Quatern)

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That’s the night air in the city
tastes like remorse mixed with regret.
When you can’t see stars for neon
glow of traffic, just forget it.

When the moon as pale as smoke is,
that’s the night air in the city.
Caterpillar blows his smoke rings,
questions floating, “Just who are you?”

Sounds like bike tires on the sidewalk,
swishing, swishing, just a whisper.
That’s the night air in the city,
filling your ears with nothing new.

Turn the corner, follow footsteps,
She’s the rabbit in a white dress,
always slipping out of your sight.
That’s the night air in the city.

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Prompt #12 of the April 2014 Writer’s Digest Poem-A-Day Challenge

For today’s prompt, write a city poem. The poem can take place in a city, can remember the city (in a general sense), be an ode to a specific city, or well, you should know the drill by now. City poem: Write it!

POETIC FORM: THE QUATERN

Quatern Poetic Form Rules
1.This poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas).
2.Each line is comprised of eight syllables.
3.The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line.
4.There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.

LINK TO THE PROMPT:
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-12

The Wall I Wasn’t Seeking (a rondel poem)

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You may be the boulder, below
and the wall I wasn’t seeking.
I perhaps am the poem speaking
these rhymes which you do not yet know.
 
You may be the wind, howling low,
and I, the tree branches creaking.
You may be the boulder below
and the wall I wasn’t seeking.
 
I hear distant calls from the crow
as the moon through clouds is peeking, 
I do have a growing feeling.
Though I honestly don’t yet know,
you may be the boulder below.
 
POETIC FORM: Rondel

A French form, similar to the rondeau and the triolet, consisting of 13 eight-syllable lines in three stanzas.
Rhyme scheme = ABba/abAB/abbaA

Depths

“…to slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.”
Ellen Meloy

 

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I have a girlfriend, and that for me is an amazing thing, for I have yet to explore such a relationship successfully, and I have so longed to try again.

We started as friends over coffee, and a mug with three hearts lent itself to our discussion of polyamory, and the joys of loving more than one, then we found ourselves falling in love with each other’s spouses, and celebrating that incredible metamour-hood and sister-ship. The more we trusted, sharing from our hearts and becoming vulnerable with each other, the more our hearts became entwined like flowering vines. Though we are both a bit afraid this deep sapphire ocean is full of sharks, we have found ourselves repeatedly taking each other’s hand, holding our breath and diving into the depths.

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This new love we share feels like uncharted territory for me, and I keep reminding myself to come up for air, to breathe, and not panic. She is beautiful, and sweet, a poet and dreamer who loves deeply and wears her heart on her sleeve, like me. Her smile lights her eyes, and the feel of her hand in mine is the softest, gentlest thing I have felt in a very long time. She speaks truth to my heart, and loves my husband, my family, and makes room for me to love her husband and family, as well.

She is courageous, and intelligent, fiercely diligent at the task of being her very best self, a loving and generous partner to her loves, and a supportive friend to those who surround her life. She reminds me to be brave, and to trust myself. She believes in magic, that we are mermaids, and that this vast ocean of wonders is ours to explore. I think she’s right about that.

“If you swim effortlessly in the deep oceans, ride the waves to and from the shore, if you can breathe under water and dine on the deep treasures of the seas; mark my words, those who dwell on the rocks carrying nets will try to reel you into their catch. The last thing they want is for you to thrive in your habitat because they stand in their atmosphere where they beg and gasp for some air.”
C. JoyBell C.

I am blessed to share this wide ocean with her, and to call her my sister, my friend, and my sweet, darling girlfriend.

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Give Me Stories (an erasure poem)

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Tonight I walked to dinner.
I found a book of short poems
called “stories”.
What did it feel like?

Why this night everything?
I can recall each face,
mouth, hand groping
for a wallet.

I feel sentimental I flounder
in my own pleasure.
It’s something private, inside-out
–not mine any longer.

It’s as close as every detail–
the grain of the bread,
the tall clear bottle.
Locate the muscle throb.

What beat makes love,
carries us into the center?
A narrator tears up the page–
smoldering moments banging
in his bones. What is asked?

You lose everything writing.
We will die best, used up.
Are you willing to give–
to surrender– drop that old
yellow coat and give me stories.

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POETIC FORM: An Erasure Poem

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PROMPT:

OpenBook

To earn the Open Book badge, choose a book or magazine as your source text. Select a two-page spread, and scan through the text, copying down any interesting words and phrases in the order you encounter them on the page. When you’ve finished, write a poem using only these words and phrases without changing their order. No non-found words may be included in your poem. Poems should be presented in type, similar to a standard poem, and not contain additional visual elements or emphasis (you’ll do that for other badges). Credit your source text at the bottom of your post.
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PoMoSco (Poetry Month Scouts)
Found Poetry Review’s 2015 National Poetry Month Project

– April 2015 – 213 poets joined together as a troop to earn digital merit badges for completing experimental and found poetry prompts.
– Prompts are divided into five categories – remixing, erasure, out and about, conceptual and chance operation.
– Each category offers six distinct badges to be earned.
– Poets choose their own source text.
– For more information, check out pomosco.com.

A dear friend and fabulous poet, Von Thompson, is a participant. When she told me about the challenge, I decided to play along at home.

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SOURCE TEXT: Old Friend from Far Away – The Practice of Writing Memoir by Natalie Goldberg

What Do You See? (a remixing poem)

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Do you see a future
as a medium?
I don’t know, do you?
What does that mean to you?

You don’t know what
tomorrow’s going to be like?
Is that what you mean?
If nobody heard it, did it happen?

It’s the effect?
So that was it?
Getting on the plane?
Can you imagine the ride west?

Do you remember?
What were your thoughts
when you saw him?
And what is it he said?

“What the fuck?”
Well, why not?
What am I complaining about?
I walked into that one, didn’t I?

Is that in your mind?
How will history remember?
And why should they?
What would you do?

Do you think we were surprised,
to find that the American Dream
was a nightclub, that had burned
down five years earlier?

A happy ending?
Was it there for people to find?

-Pen Connor 2015

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POETIC FORM: A Remixing Poem
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PROMPT:
 Interrogator
To earn the Interrogator badge, begin by selecting a source text of your choice. Copy down all of the questions it contains. Create a poem that’s a series of questions from the list you excerpted. Credit your source text at the bottom of your post.
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PoMoSco (Poetry Month Scouts)
Found Poetry Review’s 2015 National Poetry Month Project
  • April 2015 – 213 poets joined together as a troop to earn digital merit badges for completing experimental and found poetry prompts.
  • Prompts are divided into five categories – remixing, erasure, out and about, conceptual and chance operation.
  • Each category offers six distinct badges to be earned.
  • Poets choose their own source text.
  • For more information, check out pomosco.com.
A dear friend and fabulous poet, Von Thompson,  is a participant. When she told me about the challenge, I decided to play along at home.
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SOURCE TEXT: 
Writing on the Wall – an Interview with Hunter S. Thompson – The Atlantic Online (http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/unbound/graffiti/hunter.htm)

Guest Poet – Freckles of Fire

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An anonymous fellow poet shared his sexy work with me a few weeks ago; I’m thrilled to share his words here.

Sunbeams have touched
Where my lips desire
And left their marks
For me to pyre

Connecting the dots
In a lover’s game
Freckles of fire
Calling my name.

I kiss you here
And kiss you there
The lustful sun
Has shown me where

Funny how spots
Made from a star
Makes me wander
And go so afar

-XX 2015

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Significance on the Wind – Instagram poetry (a lai poem)

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Significance on the Wind

such a cold Wednesday
windy, dark and gray
in March

so a curious jay
perched in fine display
o’er arch

pale pastel bouquet
sent it’s scent my way
a larch

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(for Emy)

(provided words:  curious, Wednesday, pastel, significance)

@ConnorPenelope on Instagram

 

POETIC FORM:

lai – 9-line poem or stanza that uses AB rhyme with this pattern: AABAABAAB. A lines use 5 syllables, B lines have 2.

Sea Nymph – Instagram poetry

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Sea Nymph

She dances with dolphins.
With glee, she skips and grins under
a sky bright with wonder.
She does not fear thunder or rain.
She dances through her pain.
She knows the sun, again will shine.
The hurt cannot define
her dance.  She’ll be just fine. She spins.

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(for Deborah-Anne)

(provided words:  dolphins, sunshine, rain, thunder)

@ConnorPenelope on Instagram

 

POETIC FORM:

luc bat –   (vietnamese “six-eight”) Alternating lines of 6 and 8 syllables. The rhyme scheme renews at the end of every 8-syllable line and rhymes on the 6th syllable of both lines: xxxxxA, xxxxxAxB, xxxxxB, xxxxxBxC, xxxxxC, xxxxxCxD, xxxxxD, xxxxxDxE. No set length or subject matter.