Last week I spent some time reading up on Amazon's Kindle eBook self-publishing.
This week I started dredging through poems worth asking someone else to read, and even pay money for. This blog has been rather hit or miss, or miss again, as it was a once per week creative endeavor. Today I got through backwards/forwards and homophones. A dent. More progress when I feel better.
eBook this summer, is the plan.
I write poems to pass the time, and sometimes it turns out well. Updates most weeks, usually on Tuesday. 2011 was a year for narrative works, generally using standard poetic tools. 2012 will be focused on homophonic and backwards/forwards pieces.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
The Woman on the Pedestal
This used up all my leftover homophones. Pretty sure it also includes homophones I have already used in other poems. Is there anybody... OUT THERE?
The Woman on the Pedestal
She was chaste
She was chased
She had a wit
She had a whit
Of baubles
But bobbles
From a torn knee
From a tourney
She had won
She had one
Acquired medal
Shining metal
A choired mettle
Shines in, Meddled
With the primeval
With the prime evil
Errant knight
Air at night
Would smell so sweet
As her delight
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
6 AM
word collage. I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to keep up this weekly poem thing. I have run out of ideas to challenge myself, and I ran out of ideas to write about some time ago. Thoughts, anyone?
6 AM
there's a g downstairs
something host
cere w of birdsong
bra l blinking for
in the dawn
a sl ight departure to the left
e from morning horizon
of common coffee
hand misunderstanding needs
we s in hushed voices
poke mo no
at syl lab ic
the grunts
paper eggs
the slanted light is lazy
news slouches ly buttered
repeat are toast
droning warranted
misleading quiet sidewalks
pesky chiming and
bells alarms a heavy dew
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
No poem this week
There will not be a poem this week. I was hoping to start one while babysitting, but yesterday the baby was in a rotten mood and today he refused to take a nap.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Foggy Walk
homophonic.
Foggy Walk
In the mist
In the midst
Of looking back
I recalled that
I re-called that
Number front to back
What a climate
What a climb it
Helps to clear the head
Still assenting to
Still ascending to
Not yet get to bed
The core of us in
The chorus of an
Arbitrary stream
A well coming
A welcoming
Ending to the theme
Murmured wind with
More myrrh in with
Something calling slow
Fog covers oaks
Fog covers, soaks
It's time to get back home
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Dynamite
I thought I'd do a backwards and forwards one because I had not done one in a while. It's a rather bland outcome of a poem, this week. I'd rather be outside.
Dynamite
Revered
Carefully sifted
Valued highly
Powder to ground
Powers magic
Shaking earth
Ringing concussions
Problem solving
Explosions
Solving problems
Concussions ringing
Earth shaking
Magic powers
Ground to powder
Highly valued
Sifted carefully
Revered
Dynamite
Revered
Carefully sifted
Valued highly
Powder to ground
Powers magic
Shaking earth
Ringing concussions
Problem solving
Explosions
Solving problems
Concussions ringing
Earth shaking
Magic powers
Ground to powder
Highly valued
Sifted carefully
Revered
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Prismatic Effect
word collage.
Prismatic Effect
this water (a summer state of mind
light childhood )
sundered into every color
the laughter smiling
afternoon possibility
bent light in a circle
back back rainbow
to to the over the
watch sun moon horizon
treasure from the shores of stars
made a pot something
visible brief of gold more
shimmering beautiful or less
mirage image acute
then there came a cloud
I stood an over
watering end the
the yard quietly moment spell
Prismatic Effect
this water (a summer state of mind
light childhood )
sundered into every color
the laughter smiling
afternoon possibility
bent light in a circle
back back rainbow
to to the over the
watch sun moon horizon
treasure from the shores of stars
made a pot something
visible brief of gold more
shimmering beautiful or less
mirage image acute
then there came a cloud
I stood an over
watering end the
the yard quietly moment spell
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