Monday, April 8, 2013

4.8.13

The grill smelled of memories and flame
Smoke filled juices for the brain
Onward we crash a crowd on a memory train

Those gathered too tired to pay much attention
New memories made, a weekend convention.
Battle scars and bruises too many to mention.

Ohh the fun we all shared
Come join us warriors no need to be scared

I thought if I wrote some lines after reading the prompt that maybe I could re arrange them later to fit the desired form of poetry.......  cinquians are much easier.

More later

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

4.2.13

And now, the prompt! Today’s prompt is drawn from an idea that Kelsey Howard gave me — that of a poem that tells a lie. I think you could have a poem that’s all lies (that could be very funny — full of things like “the sun is the size of a nickel”) or a poem that steadily builds to telling one big whopper. I can imagine these being very poignant, or very much like goofy shaggy-dog stories. I suppose it all comes down to what you want to lie about!



The worlds best family

It is quite possible that I am a member of the worlds best family
Never a moments stress, never 
Family photos posed but clever.

Memories abound times filler with laughter
Mother doting loving on father
Brother kind and smart and good
My sister best friends forever.

Christmas filled with cheer
Never did my eyes shed tears
Drama had no place at our home
Always together never alone.

I miss them when they are far away,
I think of them fondly night and day.
I need to know just where they are 
The world's best family; We are!  

It is impossible to explain the complexity of this lie!