Thursday, August 18, 2011

Poetic Form Challenge!!

This looks fun!  I think I will give it a try! ~Holly

Time for another poetic form challenge!
This time around, we’ll write the hay(na)ku. This form was developed by Eileen Tabios and named by Vince Gotera. The rules are simple, which makes the poem fun to write (click here to read the original post).
Here are the rules:
  • 3-line poem
  • First line has one word
  • Second line has two words
  • Third line has three words
As in previous challenges, the poet who writes the hay(na)ku that I like best will be featured in a future issue of Writer’s Digest magazine (most likely the January 2012 issue). In fact, I might be able to squeeze a few entries in, since the form is so concise. Poets should paste their poems in the comments below; I will not accept submissions by any other means–or attached to any other posts.
The deadline for the hay(na)ku challenge is August 28, 2011, at 11:59 p.m. (Atlanta, GA time). That means you have roughly three weeks to write three lines. Now get poeming!

I don't know which one of these to use!! 

Stupid radio
I can't focus.


RING ring


Intimate, formal
I found you.


You Fell
Look! My underwear!


Pointless. Useless.
Let's move on.


don't know
who I am.


Sounds echo
I love you.


Self induced
take a pill.


in darkness
are you paranoid?


Evil woman!
Just go away!


Slightly left
Is your Mind.


You're gone
I miss you.


like dust
float through freely.


little fingers
what a mess!


touching ground
Fall is here.


colorful sky
sun fades away.


you'll fall
I'll catch you.


untie them
let go now.

you set
stars are born


wicked intentions
life isn't fair.



Aug. 3 Poetry Prompt

For this week’s prompt, write a normal poem. I know some of you may be thinking that every poem is normal or that there’s no such thing as a normal poem. However, what I’m thinking about is a situation that may seem normal (even if only to the narrator of the poem or a character in the poem) or the longing to return to the normal way of doing something. There are a lot of interesting ways to attack something normal. I’m looking forward to what everyone creates

Welcome Home Girls

Anticpiation for the return grew greater
as the distance lessened

Is that a train I see?
Is that the train to bring them home?

My heartbeat picked up pace
The car did too

Are you as anxious as I am?
Will they be happy to see us?

The wind picked up
as if to carry us to our destination

We have arrived!
Is that the train I hear?

There they are
Life is now back to normal!


Thursday, August 11, 2011


Sometimes scribbling on paper gets my mind to flow and sometimes it doesn't.  Today this popped onto a piece of paper ... I haven't yet decided if it's a finished piece or if I should add to it.  We'll find out.

Visions of my former self
     eyes glazed
heart frozen
     Wandering as if in a trance
had someone placed a spell on me?
     My soul
clawing to get out
release the chaos
     Strings to detach
untie them
     let go
my lifeless body immobile
     lightning I summon you
strike me
     regenerate my senses
a storm would be welcome
     it would improve this hell.


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Poetry Promt Wednesday: Catching up continued...

Anyway, for this week’s prompt, write an opposites poem. The opposites could be polar opposites, opposing opinions, or the opposite of whatever is expected. Feel free to play opposite day for the next week.

(From July 27, 2011)

Six Year-Old Girl

"Don't do that!"
   She does it.

"Go to bed!"
   She wants you to read a story.

"Hang up your towel."
   I find it on the floor.

"Stay where I can see you."
   I can't see her. 

"I love you."
   "I love you, too."


Another Poetry Prompt Wednesday

"For this week's prompt, write an empty poem. The poem should somehow play off the idea of empty--maybe empty rooms, empty containers, empty threats, etc. Or maybe you could empty the poem of vowels or prepositions. Your call."

(Poetry Prompt from July 20, 2011)

Empty Fool

I call your name
An echo answers

I look into your eyes
You don’t look back

You stare through me
Do you even see me?

Your vision is empty

I reach out
Your figure fades

Was I dreaming?
Were you ever there?

Your structure is empty.

A nightmare; is that what I am living?
Was your presence only a shadow filled with demon eyes?

Wake me up! 
Wake me up from this nightmare!

No, I am not dreaming.
This was real.

Your soul is simply empty. 


Wednesday: Poetry Prompt. Here I go again!
Posted by RobertFor this week's prompt, write a poem about--or, at least, with--a sound. It could be an annoying sound, a scary sound, a happy sound, etc. In fact, the poem could even include several sounds.

(This prompt is from July 13, 2011)

A Storm in the Valley

A flash! 
A boom!
The wind howls.
The rain pours.
I think Mother Nature is angry today.