with Cheryl
I could ramble on about the busy day I have ahead of me (grading papers! researching an article! finishing up taxes!); or tell you about how Sydney's softball team just keeps on winning (6-1 now; yay!); or how this weather has absolutely killed me the last two days (40 degrees in the middle of the day!), but is now warming up (thank goodness!).
But, instead, I thought I'd share a few of the poems I've written over the last week for the Poem-a-Day Challenge I've been doing over at the Writer's Digest poetry blog.
I've never claimed to be a poet--in fact, it's a pretty big step outside of my comfort zone to put them out here for everyone to see--but there is something about being creative every single day, making your mind stretch in a different direction daily, trying to put an experience into a certain shape and movement of words, that is just very freeing and expansive. (I totally recommend that you try writing a poem today...or at least read some poetry. It does sorta the same thing for you.)
So, a few of the challenge prompts and poems I wrote as a result of them, include...
Challenge Prompt: Write an outsider poem.
cooped her up,
trapped in her,
kept her out,
for too long.
Spring
wooed her,
tempted her,
kissed her
flew out onto the damp ground
(her tiny barefeet almost falling over themselves),
and
landed with abandon
at
the slide,
the sand,
the swing,
the see-saw.
Especially for a five-year-old.
Out Sider
once again.
with prom is that
she can’t find the perfect
dress,
or shoes,
or purse,
or makeup.
to look like it does in that
magazine.
won’t want to dance,
and if he does,
he’ll have two left feet.
(evidenced by her squeals
and giggles and ‘I can’t wait’s)
that it can’t get here
quick enough.
with prom
is that it got here
too
too
quick enough.
yesterday
that she
played dress-up,
danced in plastic high heels,
and
thought boys had cooties?
the dress,
the shoes,
the ticket,
the boy
black cats
are named Midnight,
Or so it seems
perfectly
matches her moniker.
into our yard
at the witching hour
on a moon-filled night
on Halloween.
she still creeps
and crawls
on ghost-like paws,
stealthy,
guarded,
mysterious,
shrouded
The sign said
Ox Bar & Grill
(I) shyly stole glances
(you) boldly asked me to dance.
Sal’s Italian Restaurant
and I dribbled spaghetti sauce
down my shirt.
Midnight Rodeo
and I (tried) to line dance
and then in the parking lot
and forced ourselves to
head home.
the signs blinked,
stood tall,
stood as landmarks
they all lie forgotten,
in some emblematic junkyard
announced?
covered, replaced with
a hair salon,
a gas station,
a parking lot.
I’m glad
I
don’t
believe
in signs.
be in ruins
just like the
landmarks.
with its
salty,
balmy tongue.
on the bed,
the sand,
those rocks.
(what day)
is it?”
the answers ambiguous
sun-drenched,
love-infused
minutes,
hours,
mornings,
nights
that poured into each other
into each other.
If you want to enjoy some poetry (stuff that is a lot better than mine), go check out the poems that are being posted everyday at the challenge's blog.
And now....have a fabulous day! (I'm off to work on some deadlines...and then maybe enjoy the first warm day we've had in quite a while!)
10 comments:
I feel like I took a journey into your life with each poem. I can't possibly have a favorite--it'd be like picking children. Kudos to you for stepping out of your comfort zone and sharing your creativity with us.
Wow Cheryl! These poems are wonderful! TFS!
Cheryl,those are beautiful!
I realy enjoyed them.
Those are so much better than mine. HA. The first week's worth are on my blog, so go check them out. I'll be posting them by the week, I'm sure.
Clapping my hands for your beautiful poems. Thanks for sharing them with us. I think you did great with them!
Awesome poems Cheryl!!
Those are so great. I really like the landmark one. I just did a layout about my love story. It is on my blog. I can totally relate to the prom one, too. Just wait till you pick out a wedding dress. Oh, the tears will flow....
oh, BTW, what do you teach? My youngest is just starting interviews for teaching jobs. She is student teaching this semester.
I love poems, and believe me when I say you are a wonderful poet!
Thanks to all of you. You guys are all so sweet!!!
Love ya!
C
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