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  1. Today's prompt twinkle or corode Use one or both words within the poem. In Gratitude Both eyes don't twinkle anymore,It seems with age the glimmer fades,slowly coroding to dim sightbut, corrective lenses fixed thatuntil a clot blew in one eye.A grey cloud now obscures vision.A stroke of sorts, who ever knew?Gatefully the other still sparks. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  2. Coming of AgeI know you are expectingan image of youthfultransition projectinginto enlightened adulthood.But that is long past for me.I'm more familiar withthe more currentlyofficial cross overfrom aging to very OLD.You think you know,heard jokes, have been told,and observed your elders,but no warning can prepareyou for the perpetual achein your joints, thinning hair,the short-term forgetfulness,recalling things long past,and an ever-increasing awarenessthat the future is no longer vast. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  3. Tinker

    Stretching It Out

    Stretching It OutThe subliminal stain of pain,reminder of stage, space and strain,returns again each morning,it's fetched and stretched and for awhiletells of life lived, a chosen style with fragile thread, a warning.Though my body, once quick and strong,with time has mellowed, not so wrong.My dance song, a playful tune, is slowed but rings of all good things and challenges that bring me wings.Still, stings from age come too soon. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ Verse Form: Cywydd Llosgyrnog
  4. Tinker

    Sleepless in Occidental

    April 4 Sleepless in Occidental I've come to realize along with getting old comes confidence, wisdom, knowledge, and experience. I love that part of it. Unfortunately, it also brings a nightly dose of creaky joints, a thirty year old mattress, the need to pee, mushroom heat, and tingly feet. Hence, fitful sleep. Yesterday I bought a new mattress. ~~Judi Van Gorder Prompt: fitful sleep
  5. Weeds In My Garden Sunday, the sun made a visit, the air was washed and I spent much of the day outside, pulling weeds. I sit, I don't kneel anymore, God doesn't ask my body to be humble, just my heart, besides, there's nothing more humbling than arthritic knees and a body getting old. The weeds pulled up easily, the earth was soft, it had rained the previous three days. I filled my lungs with unblemished air, the ocean breeze cooled my skin, while sweat seeped from my pores from the Spring sun's zeal. Nature renews, I keep getting older and there are always weeds to be pulled. ~~ Judi Van Gorder
  6. Tinker

    Can't Keep a Good Man Down

    Can't Keep a Good Man Down Somewhere over France, they shot down my true life hero, my Uncle Ray. World War II fighter pilot that day, survived to return to the USA, ninety-five years he hung around. His neck was broken when shot down "was his lucky day", he used to say, married his nurse, found love that would stay, a good life with laughter, work, and play, Dad to two girls, they're still around. A baby when he was shot down, my first memory, he rescued me. He always made me laugh, he would be my counsel, mentor, he guided me. I felt safe when he was around. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes ▼
  7. Tinker

    Time to Write a Poem

    April is National Poetry Month Many poetry sites are encouraging writing a poem a day. This thread is my daily poems for April. Comments are welcome Please join me in creating your own thread of daily poems, it is never too late to get writing. ~~Tink
  8. Tinker

    Orb

    Orb It's what they call a harvest moon although the harvest is pretty much over now. Round and orange and plump just sitting way up there in the November sky, marbled silence all alone not really shining more like a shadowed globe. These days I feel like that full of things to say yet isolated in the stillness shaded by loss and brightened by small joys, no more a fireworks display but a steady glow with just enough watts to find my way. --- --- Judi Van Gorder
  9. dcmarti1

    Vieillissement

    I am faced with having to sell my DC condo and move back to Southeast Texas for some family reasons. I am suddenly and painfully aware of this compleat change in my life by having to go back. ---------- Vieillissement It is Saturday night in East Texas And I'll be with Mary, Bob, and Carol. Since I have already served at The Mass, The night might bring me Bela or Boris. I am nine and we still have black & white: The antenna is at least twelve feet tall. I'll have Count Chocula the next morning And then I'll go swimming in the gully. I have not yet started to cut the grass, or to wash the car, or to do laundry; I'll just make more memories to forget. --------- Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart, Carol Burnett
  10. Tinker

    I. The Vedas: Brhati

    Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Indian Verse The Vedas, an overview. Brhati ("that which grows" or "life's breath", God of Words) is an ancient Vedic stanzaic form. Brhati is named as one of the seven horses pulling the chariot of the sun. In verse the elements of the Brhati are: stanzaic, written in any number quatrains or 4 line stanzas. syllabic, 36 syllables per quatrain, lines of 9 syllables each. metric, the metric pattern of the line requires 2 heavy syllables. In English break the cadence with caesura and attempt to include a couple of long or heavy vowel syllables near the end of the line. ("heavy" is a dipthong, a hard vowel sound or a vowel followed by a combination of consonants) Too Many Years by Judi Van Gorder Sucking one more breath into scarred lungs, the once vibrant man suffers a life no longer desired. His passion and independence reclaimed by time. Other Vedas Anistubh Brhati gayatri Jagati Pankti Tristubh Ushnik II. Sanskrit Verse
  11. Tinker

    #16 Clogyrnach

    Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Welsh Verse Features of the Welsh Meters Welsh Codified Divisions Clogyrnach clog-ír-nach, the 16th codified Welsh meter, an Awdl, is associated with what I can only assume is the name of an ancient poet, Cynddelw and is framed with a cyhydedd fer couplet combined with a longer form. It is rarely used by today's poets. The elements of the Clogymach are: stanzaic, written in any number of quintets, combining a cyhydedd fer (a rhymed couplet of 8 syllable lines) and a tercet of two 5 syllable lines followed by one 6 syllable line of 2 equal parts, 3 syllables each. rhymed, rhyme scheme AABBA. The 1st phrase of L5 rhymes with the previous line and the 2nd phrase rhymes with cyhydedd fer couplet. flexible, L5 of the cinquain can be added to the end of L4 creating a quatrain or can be broken into 2 separate lines creating a sixain. Clog Ear Nach by DC Martinson Inside my head there is a fight That leaves me void of sleep at night: My ear infected, By cure neglected. Dejected - Till dawn's light. x x x x x x x A x x x x x x x A x x x x B x x x x B x x B x x A x x x x x x x A x x x x x x x A x x x x B x x x x B x x B x x A x x x x x x x A x x x x x x x A x x x x B x x x x B x x B x x A Youth Smooth lines with the color of peach, time invites them to dream and reach. Peer imitates, lust lures, promise baits, a world waits, ours to teach. --- Judi Van Gorder Prism Within the gemstone, facets glint like sun on snow with winter's tint, sparkling colors fuse in translucent hues mark my muse with fired flint. ---Judi Van Gorder
  12. Tinker

    Stepping up to Tomorrow

    Stepping up to Tomorrow My poems don't say much anymore, I guess I'm not as deep as I thought or I've said all I have to say. Passion is something I pull from memory - once it led my life. Still tomorrow always comes, fires are to extinguish, one step follows the next business, politics, arts I've lived the cycles and survived. Maybe this is how it is as we approach that tomorrow that won't. --Judi Van Gorder
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