Today’s assignment was landscape, using Found Poem and Enumeratio. I got the landscape part but couldn’t use the found poem structure and only a little enumeratio. Hopefully the poem makes up for my deficiencies. Like a flock of birds all in… Read More ›
Month: February 2015
Seven Drawers
(The assignment was to write an ode to ‘drawers’, using the tool of apostrophe. Hopefully I have met this challenge in this simple ode.) I have a chest of drawers It’s called a linen chest Not one but seven drawers To… Read More ›
Protected: This Enemy of Mine
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Your Fingers
I found one more prose poem in my mind. So here it is. Theme still Fingers. Your fingers play my heart like a flute Flinging your notes to my mind Fluttering fingers so long and slim Caressing my life… Read More ›
And now for something different…
It is not yet the end of February and after what seems like months of rain and low lying clouds……the sun has returned!! so in order to celebrate this momentous occasion we headed out on our boat. I thought you… Read More ›
Five Fingers
Tonight’s poetry assignment is to create a prose poem with the theme ‘fingers’ using assonance. Not certain how well I did on the latter, but here it is. With a flick of the wrist, five fingers fly by. Or… Read More ›
My Heroine
Today’s poetry assignment was to write a ballad about a hero or heroine of mine. Using anaphora and/or epistrophe. Look them up. So here is my heroine, fictional. Do you know who she is? She was a lady… Read More ›
Death be not Proud, Holy Sonnet X
A very stirring poem that I studied intensely in school. Even today I feel the message strongly, more so as I age and mature (I hope). By John Donne Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and… Read More ›
My Poems of Choice
The assignment for poetry was to select a poem that you like and explain why it resonates with you. Two poems immediately came to my mind. Not serious like John Donne’s Death Be Not Proud, which I studied in school… Read More ›
Elegy to hives
Someone on the poetry course asked why so many of the elegies were sad. That made me think……this ain’t sad, but true Weeks and months you rode me Killing my days with your itch. Red raised welts, fattened lips Eyes… Read More ›
Lardeau Valley Time 
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