The hope of each dawn especially felt in Spring
Reworked for Writing 201: Poetry: Future
A Search for Healing in So Much Sorrow
The light both rises and falls on hopes horizon
So much sorrow and too little truth,
Need with so much greed
Sometimes I mourn for these sad days. These troubled times and the human race
My Big Dawg ‘Bruce Springsteen’ playing on the radio
Singing about ‘Devils and Dust.’
I write of broken hearted rust
In a search for healing I
Find revival in songwriters’ words we are
‘Born to Run’ from ‘Devils and Dust’
Find spark from song and the
Common ground of the common man
With a ‘Boss’ who lives truth from ‘E Street’
To Main Street
In stories of real people, the
Heart of a country
So far removed from mindless spin of zombies
The right that is wrong
Sometimes you must mourn for the people of this world
All alone together
‘Devils and Dust’ filling our souls
Tough to breath…
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I reworked this a bit an feel this has a better presentation and feel.
The Winter Dance
We head out onto the snow-covered frozen lake with darkening skies on the horizon.
The golden retrievers excited at getting out for the daily nature excursion.
Northwest winds, cold and cloud do not dampen our enthusiasm as a change of weather, a collision of fronts low and high fascinate on a piece of the earth that we inhabit together and alone in our exploration.
Just as we reached the far shore the dark clouds opened, shearing winds broke free.
First snow then snow squalls in wind-blown gust engulfed us in a dancing natural whiteout of changing weather and temperature.
Turn to get the wind with us as we head back toward the warm shelter of home.
Stopped in awe at the beautiful and wild chaos moving all around Snow devils jumped up everywhere and moved to gusty rhythms in wild dances Spins swirls to and fro in…
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Acrostic: using the alphabet or a section of it vertically and writing lines off of it.
Taking a word and writing lines off of it to create a poem
Truth is essential for it is the only thing that does not change.
Relationships of all kinds depend upon it for true connection and communication.
Understanding each other in calm contemplative conversation becomes possible.
Solutions and compromise occur in its’ presence
Trust-Worthiness is an admirable characteristic for which all should strive. TRUST!!…
Frigid Footprints Etched in Time
Time to reflect find meaning
Ready and gather strength for future seasons
Time to live in a present moment built on the past
To find bliss each day in just being
In feeling hoping loving
In gently holding to patience and faith
Touching natures surround unbound
Time is infinite change in an expanding universe
Like the lake surface blanketed in snow from transient storm
Change in flakes and crystals of water mixing moving gathering
Little twisters of white move in gusty gestations
Infinite equations of changing destination and motion
Eyes watery and face worn with lines of season old and the days’ cold
Manmade mirror of glass in shore side ice rink
Altered the blanket by pulling it back for gliding space
Tuck in the edges to border and shape
Sore eyes gaze in wonder from weathered countenance
Great Spirit of nature and all uses a whisk brush of gust
A vehicle of wind and a wispy medium of snow
To draw-paint a picture in the tenor of the season and flux of time
Transposing a lake shore rink into an ever changing etch a sketch image of life
Shaken by wintry blast infinite design is cast
Enumeratio: constructing a list, a successive enumeration of multiple elements in the same series.
It is also Anaphora: the repetition of the same word or cluster of words at the beginning of multiple lines of verse in the same poem.
A FUN ONE
You are my joyous entertainer Not just a cartoon character though just as animated
You are the all-time best variety show, an Emmy winner for sure You dance, you sing, you mimic And always you bring laughter
You are the talk show host and the sidekick You are the invited guests; the singer, the dancer, the song and dance master.
You are the crazy and novel talent act The storyteller and listener Advisor and commenter The clown, the standup comic and court jester
You are the Queen of gesture and animated face and body language
You are quick witted and on the spot of any real moment (“she doesn’t need to see pictures she’s seen his butt plenty”)
You are an original and no one can take your place As you have provided joy and truest laughter to my life.
You are perfect just the way you are
Anaphora: repetition of a word or cluster of words in a poem or prose poem.
I awoke with longing and frustration in my being. In a life tinged with sorrow I could not shake the feeling of the dream.
If I could not write:
I could live with it, carry it, carry on, and not put the heavy load of feeling down.
I could make a blanket of my tears for they roll down and carry salt of the earth.
I could leave signs, in the bank of streams and water’s edge of lake and ocean, where waves of wind, water, and time could wear them away.
I could etch my life sketch in stone, but there is too much to say, and words alone would consume the day.
I could read signs of nature and learn to live in wilderness on my own.
I could watch the seasons pass never knowing when it’s my last.
Could I not write?
Feelings, emotion, experience, knowledge, and lessons learned, would stay lost in time.
Though experienced and felt, never seen, not thought out, and only mine.
Dark and lost in shadow, never letting in the light of memory and time perspective,
Never leaving a clue to how I found my way as pathfinder.