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Tomorrow: A Sonnet

Happy Friday, everyone!

Tonight’s poem is a sonnet on the topic of “the future”.  As much as I’ve had to read and write poetry back in school, would you believe the sonnet was one I never had to write before?  (We did a lot of haiku and prose poetry, but never any sonnets or found poems.)  Anyways, I was *very* nervous about writing a sonnet and took a bit of time to research what exactly it entails.  I’m still unsure if I got it right, but hopefully it’s enjoyable regardless.  🙂  (Also…confession time.  I know I was supposed to use chiasmus in this poem, and I forgot.  I was too busy making banana chocolate chip bread and I had my mind on food and food on my mind.  Oops.)

Today is also the last day of the poetry class I’ve been enrolled in and I must say I’ve really enjoyed it.  I went from hating poetry to loving it and I’m sure you’ll find me posting more poems here in the future (maybe a sequel to “Ode to Yoga Pants”?)  Thank you to all who have been so supportive in reading my poetry and also a big thanks to Blogging U. and everyone involved in the Writing 201 course.  You all are awesome!

So onward to “Tomorrow”…

Tomorrow

Sometimes I lie awake at night

wondering what lies ahead.

Tossing, turning on my bed

until the evening turns to light.

If only I had future-sight

so my worries could be shed.

Hope is what I need instead 

to keep my destiny in sight.

What the future days may hold,

I might not be able to see,

but in my hope, I must stay bold

to live quite happily.

Tomorrow’s future is untold.

What happens next?  We’ll see.

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Home: A Found Poem

Happy Thursday!

Today’s poem is a found poem on the topic of “landscape”.  I decided to cut words out of my book, “Reign of Change“, to create a poem about the landscape in which I’m from.  I’ll admit there was a lot of digging through pages and cutting out tiny pieces of paper which resulted in a messy table, but I hope you enjoy the end result!  Since cut paper doesn’t translate well into typing, I took a picture of the found poem in its arrangement (apologies ahead of time for my not-so-good-photo-taking skills…)  Enjoy and stay tuned tomorrow for another poem!

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Ode to Yoga Pants

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Today’s poem is an ode on the topic of “something you’d find in a drawer”.  This topic brought to mind few options I could write an ode for, but I did find one thing I love – yoga pants!  And they are folded neatly in the bottom drawer of my dresser.  As a lady who is fond of comfortable clothes that fit just right, I don’t mind telling the world that I love my yoga pants!  I don’t just use them for yoga, but also for lounging around the house, doing chores, and (with the right outfit combination), wearing them out on the town.  So here is my silly ode to yoga pants.  Enjoy and stay tuned for tomorrow’s poem, a found poem!

Ode to Yoga Pants

Oh yoga pants that feel so good,

I’d wear them daily if I could.

Elastic waste that fits so smooth

Causes my soul to become soothed.

Unlike jeans that cut off my air,

Or shorts that cause people to stare,

Or leggings that bring out the bulge,

Or skirts that won’t let me indulge,

Yoga pants can bring comfort back

To fashion trends that sorely lack!

Oh yoga pants, how I love thee!

You make me so relaxed and free!

With your cotton sewn so right,

Never will my pants be tight.

If I bloat or if I lose,

You’ll be there preventing blues.

Because no matter what I wear,

I know forever you’ll be there

To make me beautiful and chic

And keep me comfy every week.

With Sound, My Fingers Dance: A Prose Poem

I have a few confessions to make.

One, today’s type of poem – prose poetry – is probably the most difficult for me to write.  I keep wanting to go in fiction-writing-mode (which is typically how I write creatively), and to add the rhythm of poetry to what I want to turn into a story is very, very difficult.

Two, today’s topic – fingers – threw me off.  What can you say about fingers aside from the obvious (they point at things…they’re extensions of our hands…)?  But then I got to thinking on what I use my fingers for.  Often times they are used to help me write by typing or they play a song by hitting keys on a piano.

So that brings me up to the poem.  It’s rather short as I didn’t have as much time I wanted to in creating it, but it is about playing the piano with my fingers and the beauty that music brings.  Unfortunately this one doesn’t rhyme, but I tried to make it artsy.  Enjoy and stay tuned for tomorrow’s poem, an ode!

With Sound, My Fingers Dance

Black and white keys within my sight.  My fingers tremble bearing down.  Sounds flow through the music within me.  Allegro!  Allegrissimo! Up and down my fingers doth dance to the sound of rhythms singing.  I’m spiraled to a world of peace, wings spread wide as I fly across land.  Oh spirit, rise and elevate, as the music lifts mind and heart.

Like water on the shores of home, my music takes me back in time.  With each note played comes memory; each scene becomes reality.  As my fingers dance with rhythm, I’m transported to a world full of life, color, and fantasy, where troubles disappear in mist.  All hurt is gone and peace is left – I am free to dance with music!

Eat, Sleep, Repeat: A Ballad

Today’s poem is a ballad with the topic of “hero/heroine”, and my…what a tale you shall hear!

Ok, it’s not really *that* great, but it was the best I could come up with this evening and during commercial breaks on Gotham and Star Wars: Rebels.  (What can I say?  I was looking for inspiration, ha!)

Anyways, the tale of John the Office Worker and his rescue cat, Fluffy, are the stars of today’s poem!  I’ll admit I was inspired to write about a cat simply because one walked by my house while I was out getting the mail today.

Enjoy, and don’t forget to tune in tomorrow for a prose poem!

 Eat, Sleep, Repeat

John is just your average man

Living his daily life.

He works all day and works all night

For his kids and his wife.

His day starts early in the morn,

The sun is barely up.

He drives through traffic thick and thin

Holding his coffee cup.

The day is long, the work is hard, 

There is no end in sight.

He drives back home, longing to sleep

For once this peaceful night.

He goes back home, and through the door

His wife and kids will greet.

Dinner, then chores, then off to bed,

To eat, sleep, and repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

But one day John wakes up and finds

His day is just not right.

The toast is burned, the coffee cold.

Traffic?  No end in sight.

He goes to work extremely late.

His luck has just gone bad.

The place is closed for holiday.

John forgot!  (Boy, he’s mad!)

His morning a waste, his mood gone,

John goes back to his car.

But before he gets in, a sight

Catches him from afar.

Alone and lost, a cat walks by.

She strolls towards the street

To find a mouse and chase it down

And then eat, sleep, repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

The mouse is found and off she goes

To chase it for her meal.

She doesn’t pay attention, though,

To the coming van wheel.

Towards the street the cat does go

Not noticing the van

That’s headed towards her right now.

Save her, John, from the man!

John sees the cat and off he runs

To save her from a squish.

He hopes to save her from the van

(Or at least he can wish…)

Fast and careful, he gets the cat

And sweeps her off her feet.

It’s all in a day’s work for him

To eat, sleep and repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

The cat goes home with John that day.

A surprise she is for sure!

Through the door he walks with a grin,

The cat giving a purr.

The kids go wild at the surprise.

The cat must have a name!

“Fluffy!” they say, and the cat grins,

Enjoying the new found fame.

At home John recounts his story

About his day so far.

The food, the closed doors, the traffic,

The cat, the mouse, the car.

“A hero” they call John that day

And praise his daring feat.

“It’s all in a day’s work,” he says,

To eat, sleep, and repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

Eat, sleep, repeat.

The Fog: An Elegy

Happy Friday, everyone!  Today’s poem is an elegy with the topic of “fog”.  As someone who tries to stay positive and happy, I was a little nervous about writing an elegy poem as they are typically associated with sad events.  That being said, I’ve found that good writing must learn to describe a variety of emotions, so just because I don’t want to write about sad stuff doesn’t mean I am off the hook on writing a sad poem!

Today’s poem is from the perspective of someone who has lost the love of her life and the grief that follows.  As a person of faith, I also prescribe to the notion that even after death there is the hope of seeing my loved ones again in Heaven.  Still, the loss of someone close may still bring pain and sadness despite that hope, as we can’t help but miss our loved ones when they are gone.

So here is “The Fog”.  Try not to feel too sad as happier posts will follow after the weekend!

The Fog

Mist so gray rises high to the clouds,

Forming a storm that threatens rain.

Water pours neither up nor down,

But lingers in the air of my pain.

Oh mist, so heavy, whose grip is thick!

Why must you stay and hurt me so?

If only my mind could be lost and forget

To farewell the one I wished not to go.

Mist so wide that covers all,

In time, will you ever go away?

I fight and I struggle, I weep and I mourn,

Wondering why my love couldn’t stay.

Oh mist that thins by grace of time

And memory that stretches far,

My love was taken and I am shaken,

But our life still holds no mar.

Mist that fades and withers now,

My strength won’t go away.

For a happy life and a life to come

Brings hope to me this day.

Oh mist that thinks it binds me so,

Even though my love did die,

He swims in a sea of stars I see,

Past the fog into the sky.

A Girl’s Best Friend: A Concrete Poem

Good evening, everyone!

Today’s poem (a concrete poem with the prompt of “animals”) is an ode to my childhood best friend.  When I was five, my next door neighbor had a dog who *loved* to play catch.  He had a small blue ball (chewed up quite well after years of usage) that he loved to have me throw to him every day.  When I came home from school, or when I played outside during the summer, I would skip over to the fence where my doggy friend sat waiting with the blue ball.  He dug a hole underneath the fence where he would push the ball to me so I could pick it up and throw it.  We had some fun times together, and so today’s poem is my hope of what he was thinking when playing catch with me.

A Girl’s Best Friend

Dig, dig, dig! 
 A sniff of the air.  Paws in
the dirt and wind in my hair.  I wait
 and I watch as the sun shines high, my 
 treasure at the ready, the fence nearby.  The 
door is ahead and open it swings, my girl skipping
happily as her tiny voice sings.  She calls my name,
approaching the fence, and I bark out some words (do they
really make sense?)  Dig, dig, dig!  I nudge the treasure
through.  She reaches her hand forward and pets my nose
too.  She picks up my treasure and I jump up in joy!
She throws and I chase to the sound of "Good
boy!"  Dig!  Dig!  Dig!  Will I leave my   
girl? Never!  Best friends we will  
be, both now and forever.

Tune in tomorrow for tomorrow’s poem- an elegy with the topic of “fog”!