This is going to be a long month. And one in which little outside of challenges gets done. Today I have three separate challenge styles to post.
The first is from Poetic Asides. The poem format used is of my own decision, since no specific form was required—a common occurrence. This prompt was so wide-open that my mind reeled from the assorted immediate mental flashes of subject.
The following is what I selected, purely by Muse. I sat down and just began writing. The results were unexpected. I hope you enjoy the efforts.
April 4, 2012 Day 4 Prompt—100% (blank) Fill in the blank and make title
100% Humidity Out There Folks
And still pavement waits for rain,
Disguised under its carpet of dirt
With footprints scarring its surface,
Waiting for fat drops to splat and stain.
Prayers danced in circles, call forth
Relief from Earth’s ravishing thirst,
Call forth dancers to join rhythm beats
From drum and foot, always circling.
Belief of dancers rises to Heaven’s ears,
Creates wind to drive Rain’s stampede
Across land cracked by Sun’s gaze while
Voices join drum in supplication.
Soon Rain’s front strangles ground’s throat,
Rushing, pounding, driving those beneath.
Feathered dancers glory in prayer’s end,
Glorying in The Creator’s answer.
“The little lady down front is 100% correct!”
How can that be correct, when factors flow as water,
During each second of the question’s answer?
Each breath creates new conditions, redirecting life’s steps
Onto paths as yet unseen, unknown until actuality appears,
To add to previous knowledge concerning that path.
Each thought, word, and action take the user
On a joy ride, designed within the user’s response,
Determined by perception and intent as to correctness.
Does consensus decided something’s correctness,
Leaving each person knowing one reality
While others live in separate aspects of it?
Should I believe what you say, knowing I
Have a different reality from your sense of right.
Can anyone be correct about anything in life?
In a short while I’ll post my offerings for Poetic Bloomings. The In-Form challenge for today is: tanka. Tanka is a Haiku form that has five lines instead of three. Those five lines have specific syllabic counts: 5-7-5-7-7. Some of the finest tanka examples I’ve seen tell a complete story in those five lines, containing 31 syllables—no small feat, but breathtaking when done well.
I’ll do my best to not disappoint when I write mine.
I also have a poetry challenge on BlogHer for a
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These are my efforts in Tanka today. Each follows the proper form of 5-7-5-7-7. Each attempt to tell a complete story in five lines. I hope all will enjoy them.
Poetic Bloomings Wednesday In-Form Poetry Challenge for April 4, 2012—Tanka
Drum beats bring dancers,
Prayers rise to Heaven’s gate.
Rain’s presence called forth.
Supplication pleases God
Who delivers needed rain.
When sight fails for speed,
Events scream for attention.
Metalic paint scrapes,
Tempers flare for all to see,
Solving problems with nonsense.
Strains, soft with whimsy,
Sliding behind closed eyelids,
Relax and write now.
Muse sends song’s delicate voice
To woo the vision within.
I’ll return this evening with my sestina for the day. Happy reading, all.
Today’s prompt on Poetic Asides was simple. Write a mixed-up poem, no restrictions on subject or how you mix it up.
Again, wide open prompts like this one bring out a creative spark in people who must be seen to be believed. Humor cuddles with inspiration; absurdity takes a swing at nonsense, at the same time that both end with profound observations; teasers dive off the board into a sea of emotive pieces that defy categories; and cento makes an appearance from a pro. You just can’t predict what you’ll find inside the prompt’s comment section.
Take mine, for instance. When I began writing this morning, I intended to write about having been given the wrong directions for driving to a specific location. Not a difficult assignment from myself.
I got eight lines in and realized that Muse was dictating again on a subject that paralleled my intent. It became inspirational instead, surprising me as much as anyone. And I allowed it. Here it is for your perusal. Enjoy reading.
Much Needed Surprise
I followed your directions,
Though there were missteps.
I’d begin once again,
Hoping to make no detours.
I left early but arrived on time
To your doorstep, a marvel sublime.
A picket fence greeted me,
Banking rivers of pansies,
Holding back a flood of color.
I didn’t think you’d remember
My favorite flowers and all.
You kept my swing company
Until I arrived to feel the peace,
Created for me by your side.
There, within your glory I’ll
Live for all eternity, a child
Learning To Be as one with thee.
© Claudette J. Young 2012
Below is the poem I wrote this morning for Poetic Bloomings, which required verse focused on “senses” in all their definitions.
Sense and Sense Ability
We hear world’s echoes,
And see daydreams unfold.
Aromas fill our heads instead of humor,
With joys known or
Disgust at odorous repeats.
Fingers trace life’s passing,
While feet feel roads beneath.
And taste sensations
Keep our appetites replete.
© Claudette J. Young 2012