OctPoWriMo Day 24 – Story Time

My story poem is not inspired by a photo, but rather another story.

One of my favorite genres is Arthurian legend. This poem is inspired by the tragic love triangle of King Arthur, his Queen, Guinevere, and their beloved champion, Sir Lancelot. The images are two of my favorites from Edmund Blair Leighton.

"God Speed!" by Edmund Blair Leighton (public domain)

Guinevere’s Loves

She didn’t want to love him,

but when his eyes burned

with the fire of his ambition,

her heart softened.

She fell into his ideals and

fell in love with his dreams.

 

She didn’t want to love him,

but when his eyes burned

with the fire of his desire,

her passion awoke.

She fell into his arms and

fell in love with his soul.

 

She didn’t want to love them both,

but when their eyes burned

with the fires of jealousy,

her virtue weakened.

She fell into the dark midnight of deceit and,

with her honor,

the kingdom fell to dust.

© L.A.L. 2001

"The Accolade" by Edmund Blair Leighton (public domain)

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OctPoWriMo Day 23 – Water Dance

I’m going rebel.

Today’s OctPoWriMo prompt asks us to consider the vastness of the universe, to observe how tiny parts fit together to create a greater whole. I’ll work on that, but it’s not likely to show up here today.

One of the sentence prompts on today’s post inspired me more readily, though. I pulled an old draft from my notebook, worked about five different versions of it, and finally settled on a bit of Haiku.

Wet wood bridge

early spring rainstorm —

toes spin on slippery wood

across the wet bridge

© L.A.L. 2015

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And then I decided to add a bonus – just a short poem from a few years ago brought to mind by the OctPoWriMo blog post title today.

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I trudge on

through this strange year of rain,

a perfect drop of hope

carried by the roar of the flood.

© L.A.L. 2001

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OctPoWriMo Day 22 – Sacred Store

So OctPoWriMo completely got away from me…

First, a blog malfunction set me back a couple of days. Then I spent a few days trying to recover from the blog malfunction. Then I got a cold. Then we went away for a couple of days. Then… You know…the stuff of life.

I’ve given up on the lofty idea of catching up on every single day I’ve missed, but I have been penning more poetry lately. So that’s good and I’ll do my best to share for the remainder of the month.

For today, a previously-released poem about watching my child grow…

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Sacred Store

These moments of yours are sacred

each and every one

a precious piece of all that is you.

Happy, sad, singing, yelling, laughing,  fighting –

all part of all that you are

and all that you are yet to be.

 

You move much too fast for me,

fighting to grow.

I can hardly savor the moments,

never mind try to store each one,

remembering every detail

and sorting every memory

into exactly the right place in my heart.

Happy, sad, singing, yelling, laughing, fighting –

all fall into place.

 

A moment will come when you walk

a little farther away from me,

ready to take on the world

with all of the wonderful – beautiful – strong that you are

until you come home again and again

And each time I will hold within me

my sacred store

of all that is you.

© L.A.L. 2014

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OctPoWriMo Day 4 – Magic

Today we’ll go short and sweet with a little haiku.

Most often, when I think of magic, I think of my daughter. Today is no different. Right now, she’s working on a building project – a Lego Elves castle – and quoting spells from the first Harry Potter movie.

See? Magic.

She speaks of magic–

of portals, unicorns, elves

Spells fall from her lips.

© L.A.L. 2015

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OctPoWriMo Day Three – The Blank Page

Life exhausts us.

We move

and go

and think

and feel

until we can no longer stand.

Forces pull us.

We move

this way,

that way,

every direction

until there is nowhere to turn.

All inspires us.

We breathe,

consume,

absorb,

devour all that is

until sweet muses demand release.

But words fail us.

We sit,

we stare,

we doubt,

and delay

until the blank page laughs.

And so we resolve…

no distraction,

no insecurity,

no excuses,

until finally all is write.

© L.A.L. 2015

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OctPoWriMo Day 2 – White

So I’m back for day two. So far, so good.

Today’s OctPoWriMo prompt encourages us to “write cinematically,” to convey a visual scene. I don’t know if I’ve done that, but here’s today’s offering…

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OctPoWriMo – Day 1 (What Was I Thinking???)

Well, here it is…October first.

When did that happen?

At some point during the last few weeks, I think I decided to give the OctPoWriMo challenge a try. But seriously…thirty-one poems in thirty-one days? I don’t know… But I do know that it’s been far too long since I flexed my poetry muscles, so now is as good a time as any to jump in. Continue reading “OctPoWriMo – Day 1 (What Was I Thinking???)”

FTSF – After a Hard Day’s Work

After a hard day’s work, there is more.

Years of days have been spent

at work…

challenging,

demanding,

rewarding,

exhausting,

physical and emotional.

After a hard day’s work, there is more.

Years of after works are spent

at another job

more education,

seminars,

workshops,

meetings,

workouts,

the things required

to sustain or progress.

After a hard day’s work, there is more.

The work of being

a wife

mother

woman

begins.

After a hard day’s work, realization.

After a hard day’s work, there is more…

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This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post, where writers and bloggers gather to give their own takes on the week’s sentence. This one was “After a hard day’s work…”
Hosts: Kristi from Finding Ninee and our co-host Michelle (this week’s sentence thinker-upper) from Crumpets and Bollocks.

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Love in Ten Lines – Simple Love

Some of my dear bloggy friends, Ivy at Uncharted and Christina and Tony at The Plagued Parent tapped me for the Ten Lines about Love poetry challenge (or whatever the actual name is).

I put it on my to-do list and promptly forgot about it. Then I wrote the poem and promptly forgot about it.  So finally, here is my offering. I generally prefer my poetry writing to be less proscribed, but I also find it difficult to resist a challenge.

Simple Love

I love that we

Have a simple love.

Love is homely things

Like clean sheets love

And chicken soup love.

It’s rainy day love

And quiet walks love

And bedtime secrets love.

I love the way

You simply love me.

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And now I think I’m suppose to choose some others to write…and I have absolutely no idea because I think they’ve already done it. There are too many and I’ll feel bad if I forget someone, so if you want to write a ten-line poem about love, each line with only four words, and each line containing the word love, dive in! How about EVERYBODY do it and we can spread some love around?

Whoops! I forgot I’m supposed to include a quote about love. Everyone who knows me knows I’m a quote collector, so I merely had to go grab a favorite (or three…because I don’t do favorites).

To start us off, let’s go with Thoreau because you knew I would, right?

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

~ Henry David Thoreau

Next is a quote we have framed in our living room superimposed over a photo of a stack of books. I’ve tried to find the author, but the only answer I get is “anonymous.” So be it.

Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite.

~ Anonymous

And finally, a few words from William Shakespeare. Because Shakespeare and I love him.

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

 

Now Taking Center Stage – An Interview with Tamara Woods

Want to get inside the mind of a poet?

Today is your lucky day!

Making a stop on her blog tour and joining us for a brief interview this morning is Tamara Woods, author of The Shaping of an “Angry” Black Woman. If you have not experienced Tamara’s words through the page or through her videos, you really must. It’s gorgeous. Gorgeous! I’m a pretty discerning poetry consumer and Tamara’s work is the goods.

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I’ve shared a couple of links for you at the end of this post so you can listen to Tamara talk about and read a bit of her poetry.

But first, go grab a fresh cup of coffee, get comfortable in your chair, and see what our lovely guest has to share with us while we chat her up!

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