Day Ten of Writing-201: Future

 

I have finally reached the end of this BloggerU poetry course. The final assignment is to write about the future in the form of a sonnet, using the device chiasmus. I was wondering when the sonnet was going to come into play. 🙂

 

Your Kingdom Come

 

It won’t be long until the day

Your kingdom comes to earth.

In the meantime I will pray

for earth’s glorious rebirth.

 

To think upon this day brings mirth,

For I am not lukewarm.

You speak to me about my worth

As if in human form.

 

Though life appears to be a storm,

I know who walks on waves.

My heart and mind he has transformed

To fear, I’m not a slave.

 

Sound the trumpet, Lord come quick.

Quickly come Lord. Sin is thick.

 

Day Nine of Writing-201: Landscape

Today’s assignment required us to write about a landscape using the form of found poetry (borrowed, rearranged lines more or less) and the device enumeration. For this assignment I rearranged lines from two poems, not adding any of my own. The poems I used words/lines from were Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Song of Nature” and Ellen Bryan Voigt’s “Landscape, Dense with Trees.” Not sure how much sense it makes, but I had fun with it nonetheless. 🙂

 

Nature’s Landscape

 

When you move away, you see how much

depends on the pace of the days—

Mine are the night and morning,

the haze we waded through

each summer, visible heat, wavy and discursive.

It was partly the heat that made my father

plant so many trees.

The sunset gleams his smile.

The pits of air, two maples, the gulf of space,

two elms, the rarest flowers, mimosa by the fence,

The sportive sun, fast-growing chestnuts,

the gibbous moon, loblolly pines, the innumerable days.

 

On the farm, everything else he grew

something could eat.

Time and Thought were my surveyors,

but this would be a permanent mark

of his industry, tricked out in star and flower.

The brick house nearly swamped by leaves,

And many a thousand summers, a glade

established in the open field.

Granite, marl, and shell at the family grave

laid their courses well. Dogwood, redbud,

ornamental crab. What without him is

summer’s pomp, although he’d lost all

tolerance for heat? I travail in pain for him,

the lazy track of the snake in the dusty road.

 

Must time and tide forever run?

The country long dense promenades,

The rainbow shines, the landmark oak,

repairing recent damage by a wind.

Boreal lights leap upward. Too slow

the rainbow fades the way we

sacrificed the yards to shade.

The fresh rose on yonder thorn,

gives back the bending heavens in dew.

Day Eight of Writing-201: Drawer

Photo via Pinterest.

Photo via Pinterest.

This was quite a silly prompt I must admit, but I ran with it nonetheless, lol.

Today’s prompt: Drawer
Today’s form: Ode
Today’s device: Apostrophe

 

That Which is Hidden

 

Concealing that which isn’t seen,

you protect my belongings.

With x-ray vision I am often

driven mad by your clutter. I

know it’s there. Yet I appreciate

the fact that you hide it.

 

O drawer, you hold the pens that

write a story on my paper’s heart!

I anticipate our meeting with great

expectations, as I know what you hold

inside.

 

You smile when I enter the room,

saying, “Open me, pick me!”

Sometimes I don’t greet you.

You hurt, waiting for me to return

and open you once again.

 

Day Seven of Writing-102: Fingers

Today’s prompt: Fingers
Today’s form: Prose poetry
Today’s device: Assonance (Ha! So much for that one! :-))

Finger of God

Like a feather dancing upon the wind
His finger dances above the universe.
He sets the earth to motion with a word,
Stars flinging, nature singing from below.
Hearts are healed and hope restored with
A wave of his hand. Like a father playing
The piano for his child, God plays upon
the hearts of those who love Him. Can you
Hear Him? Can you feel Him? He’s there.

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Day Six of Writing-201: Hero

 

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The assignment for today is to write a hero poem in the form of a ballad using the device(s) anaphora/epistrophe. There are SO many different elements to consider when writing these poems, that sometimes I wonder if it is worth it! LOL! 😉 Since a ballad has certain rhyme and meter, ending the lines with repeating words (epistrohe) would be impossible. So, in order to stick to the traditional ballad form, I will use anaphora.

 

My Husband, My Hero

 

He works so hard to see me through,

He loves with all his might,

He looks upon me tenderly,

He sets my heart to flight.

 

He touches me so tenderly,

He listens when I speak.

He brings me joy I’ve never known,

He shows strength when I’m weak.

 

He doesn’t anger easily,

He hardly will complain.

He shines so bright on cloudy days,

He chases off the rain.

 

 

 

 

 

Day Five of Writing-201: Fog

Photo by Carsten Frenzl via Creative Commons.

Photo by Carsten Frenzl via Creative Commons.

Today’s assignment is to write about fog in one form or another using the form of the elegy. The device for today is the metaphor. I found myself so focused on the form that I forgot about the topic and device, so I adjusted accordingly. Although the entire poem isn’t really about fog, in a way it is. I believe the death of anyone we love leaves our lives in a bit of a fog for quite sometime. I’m not sure I did this correctly as far as form, but here goes nothing.

The Fog Will Soon Clear
 

Three days past Christmas and Daddy was gone.

It’s been almost two months, but the pain is still fresh.
 

A fog rolled over my heart as I waited for dawn,

Trying to live by the Spirit instead of the flesh.
 

Morning came, seeming almost surreal.

I got ready for church determined to rejoice.
 

Hands held high, tears flowing, trying to heal.

Instead of depression, God was my choice.
 

Like a newly scraped knee, I feel the sting.

His absence often bringing me to tears.
 

But just as winter turns to a jubilant spring,

I will find more healing through the years.

Day Four of Writing 201: Animal

I will admit, I was going to skip today’s assignment all together, as it seems they are getting more and more difficult. But I decided to give it a try. The prompt for today is animal, and I am to write about said animal using the form of concrete poetry and the device of enjambment. I don’t think this is classified as an animal, but after a few failed attempts at a dog I figured this was my safest bet. 🙂 When I copy and pasted it onto my blog it messed up, so I took a screen shot of it. Hopefully you can read it!

My attempt at a concrete poem using enjambment. He's been stepped on a few times (Genesis 3:15).

My attempt at a concrete poem using enjambment. He’s been stepped on a few times (Genesis 3:15).