In case you didn't know. I know you know, but there's always the chance that you've forgotten. Anyway, in honor of such, and because I love poetry, I am reinstituting for the heck of it my much ignored magnetic poetry challenge. I imagine I'll do one each week in April, unless I do more. Or less. We shall see.
Rules are simple:
- You must use as many of the words given as you possibly can and still come up with a coherent, cohesive poem.
- You can modify words as needed (pluralize, etc.) however those who can manage without excessive modification will score better than those who can't.
- Scoring is completely arbitrary. And there isn't a prize. (Well, beyond knowing you've crafted something lovely and lyrical and contributed to the celebration of a joyful artform.)
- You can add words as needed, or reuse them if you like. But as with modifications, you score higher if you can avoid it.
- Deadline for submission (as a comment to this post) is Saturday (4/7/07). Or you can email them to me (sleepybeth - at symbol dealie - gmail) and I'll post them for you. You can be A. Nonymous if you like.
- have
- moon
- want
- at
- skin
- arm
- always
- are
- woman
- dress
- honey
- cry
- power
- chocolate
- luscious
- read
- they
- smear
- under
- after
- and
- winter
- with
- them
- petal
- above
- will
- and
(Apologies for multiple publications if you saw this in your reader...I forgot the photo, added it, then decided it added nothing and took it back out. Fickleness, thy name is Beth.)
Ooh, what a sweet idea! I like it a lot. I'm real busy this week, but I'm going to make time to participate. I have magnetic poetry on my fridge and we have such fun making up funny and poignant sentences.
ReplyDeleteResurrecting La Lune
ReplyDeleteHoney, always have a cry
after the winter moon
dies under the sun.
She is a woman of subtle power
that no mere luscious chocolate can revive.
The skin of her arm is pale,
and her dress is petal-soft,
but her will cannot be soon denied.
Read her wants and answer her with flights above
the clouds that smear the dawn.
They are but honeyed vapor and will
dissolve when you charge at them.
I am assuming that you mean the 7th of April hehe. You guys write the date backwards!(7-4-07 vs 4-7-07)
ReplyDeleteSusie - Yay! :)
ReplyDeleteLynellen - Oooh, I like it. Very much.
Rach - Yeah yeah yeah. ;) 7th of April not the 4th of July. Though that would certainly give you time to work on a poem, wouldn't it? :) I forget about the whole "international audience" thing.
Got this one in my inbox and am posting it as Anonymous as requested:
ReplyDeleteAt the end.
The moon slid like honey on her skin,
Her dress like a petal after winter has come,
Her skin was the colour of white chocolate,
Her arm lay above her head.
The woman was want to cry,
Power and will, gone like a read book,
With them, she always felt invincible,
Now she just felt alone and under awed.
She knew they would come,
Have their moments of joy before she disappeared like a luscious cream cake,
Questioning “Are you well?”
Hoping every time for an answer different from the one she would give.
The knowledge that the clock was ticking,
Was a smear on their happiness,
She felt the life leave her as the cancer slowly spread into its grand finally,
She felt blessed,
A life fully lived at God’s request,
All was still,
All was quiet…
This is my submission with no title as yet:
ReplyDeleteDress the moon with honey chocolate
(luscious smear above them)
Woman
read the power
and cry after your wants
petals are under your skin
and they will always have winter.
This one is from my mom:
ReplyDeleteSnowflakes
The woman was a luscious chocolate hue,
but in the light of the moon the skin on her arm was honey toned.
The first powder snow of winter dusted her dress of blue
as she smeared her lips above and below with rose petal red.
The flakes fell as in a soft cry or kitty's mew,
they had always wanted to be read or heard under such lovely conditions.
After one more flake lands on her scarlet shoe,
she will rise and smile at them before she dusts them off.
And I got this one from Susie
ReplyDeletePetal, power, chocolate and want
Women will always have luscious skin
After they dress and smear them
with moon honey at winter
Read under
Cry above