Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday Morning Munchies #5
In honor of my 2nd son's hockey team playing awesome this weekend and making it to the State game next weekend, of the USA Hockey Team's victory over Canada last night, and of the Olympics in general, I've decided to challenge us with creating a poem. Preferably sports themed, but any poem will do. Length doesn't matter. Give it a go!! I just did.
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MY STATS
Well, here's my feeble attempt.
ReplyDeleteTo focus and try again
To practice and sweat
To ache and bleed
To rise and fall
Disappointments.
Failures.
Have you learnt anything at all?
Think.
Look around you. The work you do is not yours alone.
Team.
Fall and rise together.
Bleed and heal together.
Practice and press on.
Determination.
We shall be prepared.
Choose – Where will you shoot?
It’s your … Decision.
They resolve
ReplyDeleteThey evolve
They are reborn. They morn.
They hasten
They chasten
They stand tall. They fall.
There is speed
There is need
There runs fears. They shed tears.
Bound to fulfill
I've never written poetry before, so although this isn't very good, it was a fun exercise to start my Monday.
Thanks, Sheri!
I found you on the YALITCHAT Ning. I'm a writer and mother of four too. Nice to meet you:)
Ooh...mother x4!! So, people look at you funny, too, then??? Hah. Can't tell you how may times I've heard, "You guys are crazy." But, it's all good. Nice to meet you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for responding to my post. I know a lot of peeps aren't crazy about writing exercises, but I find it makes me think when otherwise I'd rather not. Seeing how this is my third week blogging, I thought it would also be a good way to arouse interest and meet people.
Thanks again. I'll check you out on yalitchat, and your poem is just fine. :)
I like writing exercises. It's fun to do something different. sorry no sports:( but it is poetry:
ReplyDeleteblack as hell
my lover’s eyes are black;
black as night
black as crow
black as ice
black as sin
black as patent leather
glistening under the pale moonlight
my lover’s hair is black;
black as coal
black as jet
black as cat
black as pitch
black as the cold depths
of the deep, dark sea
my lover’s skin is black;
black as ink
black as space
black as tar
black as onyx
black as a beetle’s carapace
shimmering under a red, hot sun
I think he knows
When he touches me
What I’ve done
To hold him,
Keep him,
Tie him to me
but his soul is as black as mine
he does not care
to mention the fact
he does not dare
to break the spell
that binds us both
and keeps us
prisoned
in this
unholy
alliance
Marcy,
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love this! Amazing you found so many comparisons to black. Thanks for doing this exercise!! The last part really got me. :)
thanks, can't wait for next week's exercise :)
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