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TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE July 6, 2010

Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 3:08 pm
by Mlou
Are weeks shorter than they used to be? It appears so. Or I'm slower than I used to be? That appears so, also.

1. The perennially favorite word list, from which to fashion a wonderful poem.
rod, fringe, column, hum, reprieve, seldom, captive, twirl, basic, circle

2. Give us a verse which somehow touches upon a color..any color.

Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:40 pm
by Mlou
SELDOM IN NOVEMBER

The business end of the bee
is all I see,
so deep in a late-blooming
rose is she,
almost captive in
its silken fold.
Granted reprieve
on the fringe of coming cold,
she plunders the vine
that circles the columned dial,
twirls, hums and packs
her saddlebags, the while
I watch bemused. Soon, snug
hive-bound, she will remain,
untouched by the icy rod
of winter's reign.


Work in progress...gotta go. Might be back later to see how I could use "basic". But maybe not. :wink:

Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:18 pm
by Olsenpotter
But it can't be that clear cut

There's a lonely guitar playing
the color purple
somewhere downstairs.

I await my haircut
from a mother-in-law
who sees things in
black and white.

And as I type my poetry
on a red Eee pc,
I can't help but
ponder the meanings of

grey.

Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 5:48 pm
by Mlou
Is that your title or a comment?? With you, we're not always sure. :)
Does m-i-l see your hair as black or white, or black AND white? Anyway, I like it, O.P.

Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:46 am
by Mlou
#2

POET

Like a desert nomad
indelibly stained by the
blue dye of his robes,
I wear the rainbow color
of my words.

Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:34 pm
by mslover
i tried three times...failing miserably to complete a thought long enough to write a poem. sigh... i'll try again tomorrow.

Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:04 am
by Mlou
C'mon, ms, you can do it.... :-D

Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:38 pm
by Mlou
Gee, it's lonely in here. My footsteps are echoing, kind of eerie and haunted..WHERE IS EVERYBODY???

color?

Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 2:57 pm
by JB
ok Mlou...I was commenting on the original thought thingy...and I was thinking about a poem I wrote a while back for a writing class. I got good feedback for it at the time and I may of put it up here a long time ago. Anyway, I went in search of and couldn't find the binder these poems and short stories were in and couldn't locate them. sad

Then I hit upon THIS thread now and lo and behold you were talking about a verse relating to color...THAT was weird since that was the poem I was wanting to submit. So. I searched AGAIN. And guess what?

I'm rambling.

Ain't I?

ok...so...

I found it!!!!

I hope that is good news. Cuz it's in the next comment box..

The Crayon

Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:08 pm
by JB
Will you reach for me, I wonder
I am just a color
A color shunned. Rejected.

What? Red?
Why must you torment me youthful child?
Your paper-blank and barren, needs me
to fill the paper's soul with darkness and despair.

Will you reach for me now, I wonder.
Now that the flowers are drawn.
I am just a color. Nothing to fear.
A color of night. Foreboding.

What? Green! Foiled again!
Child. Your paper is screaming.
Green grass becomes me after time.
Fading into nothingness. Withering to death.

Why won't you just take me and use me?
I am in despair! I am always the last shade chosen.

What's this?
You are reaching for me?
Could this be a cruel game?

No! Oh what joy, child you have given me!
The highest of honors bestowed!
Not a tree, not a flower. Not even the darkest of skies,

You used me to write your name.
My God, I could cry.

Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:09 pm
by JB
ok...i tried not to edit while i typed this--i copied word for word (hard to not redo things--especially a diehard self editor like myself). sigh.

Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:13 pm
by Mlou
Hey, edit away. I'm always changing a bit here and there. But we have to know when to stop, lest it become overworked and lose that special something that a newly hatched poem has.

I do like this one, JB. Poor black, never gets a fair shake! You remind me that somewhere I have one...something about needing it to make the colors shine. Now if I can remember where...Wasn't about black, but about sorrow I think.

Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:16 pm
by JB
looking 4ward to seeing it, Mlou. Hope you can find it.

Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:17 pm
by Mlou
Oops...I see you DO have a title! But it needs to be at the head of your poem, not up there in fine print. :)

Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 3:20 pm
by Mlou
I found it. Will post in another thread to keep the challenge clear.

Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:16 pm
by mslover
missing childhood

i miss my crayons
using my 8 fat colors,
the innocence of purple hair
and yellow sky,
limiting my choices
yet expanding my universe.
it's complicated now,
choosing between cerulean or cornflower,
burnt sienna or sepia, and
coloring outside the lines
causes chaos to my orderly life.

Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:26 pm
by Mlou
What lines? :D

Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:25 pm
by mslover
Mlou wrote:What lines? :D
the ones that make you pay bills and be responsible...

Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:02 am
by Mlou
Mlou wrote:
What lines?
the ones that make you pay bills and be responsible...

Yeah, what a bummer! :wink:

Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:05 am
by Mlou
Well, we're all into crayons...I have one somewhere on crayons too but don't worry, I'm not going to dig it out. lol
Really good poems, guys. I'd love to see some more....