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  1. I write to stretch myself to be more of me I write because I like words I write because I don't have a horse to ride anymore. I write to surprise myself.. I write to leave a piece of myself for my grandchildren. I write because I can. ~~Judi Van Gorder I have an extensive library on reading and writing poetry plus a whole lot of poetry books filled with amazing works of great poets. So much advise and example to help me write. So why do I have dry spells? Why can't I produce poetry on a regular basis. Read, read, read! The authors say. Yes the more I read good poetry, the more I want to emulate it. The advise to READ good poetry is a great starting and continuing point for all aspiring writers. I'm not kidding myself, I'm not a Robert Frost or a Maya Angelou. But I can be me, with my experiences and my perspectives with my mind and heart. What I learn from reading is how to communicate those experiences etc. to hopefully transport other readers into my world for a moment. A couple of books suggest we set aside a time and place to write each day. I've taken this advise and practiced it for periods of time and then life seems to always get in the way. But this works for many writers and if it works for you keep on keeping on. If you haven't tried it, it is a great idea and you should give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen? You have time set aside for your own thoughts. And the best case scenario, you might end up writing a masterpiece. Go for it. I recently read a blog in which the blogger said she was going through a dry spell when she and a friend made an agreement to daily challenge each other with a different verse form and theme. She said the vast majority of her work was in free verse but taking up the challenge to write in restrictive form helped her focus her thoughts. She was forced to pay closer attention to word choice and other writing details and got her writing back on track on a more regular basis. I've experienced something similar by accepting a weekly forms challenge at Writing.com. I'm not sending anyone over to another poetry forum although I am pretty sure most of us already belong to more than one poetry community. Anyway I am writing again because of the challenges, most of it not great poetry but there are a couple I've written recently that I feel good about. Of course right here in the reference section we have hundreds and hundreds of forms and genres explained and broken down by the elements. The challenges at Writing.com often link to this site for the "how to" of the forms challenges. I'm a little embarrassed when I haven't already written an example poem for the challenge form. But the challenge not only prompts me to write in response, it also has challenged me to return to the reference section and write more example poems as well as finding and researching more forms to add to our collection. I am certainly open to including someone else's poems as example of the various forms. I'd love your help to provide good sample poems to demonstrate the forms I've documented. Some of them are silly attempts to create a poetic structure. And I suspect some were just the result of someone writing a poem, then looking at the structure and giving the frame a name. But most classic verse forms are frames that delivered successful poems and others tried to emulate the success of the original poem by using the same frame. That's how a standard verse form happens. By the way, Free Verse is a verse form. I think it is a given, you and I love poetry, that's why we are here. We also love to write so we need to keep READING and WRITING and WRITING some more. After all, not every poem that Dylan Thomas wrote was a master piece but he did not "go gentle into that good night". He left behind at least one piece that just about anyone who is an English speaker has heard and can recite a line or two from. So I will be looking to read your O Captain, My Captain or your Annabelle Lee and I'll read all of the rest of your attempts too. Whatever works for you, find a way to keep writing. ~~Tink aka Judi Van Gorder
  2. Ha ha, I love reading your work confusing or not. ~~Tink
  3. I like this Terry and I can relate. I love snippet poems, a fleeting thought, clear, relatable, familiar. Nice. ~~Tink
  4. Another thinker DC...It all pulls together in the last strophe. It is honest. "I want to strip politeness from my censor" Oh how many times have I felt that way? ~~Tink
  5. social issue poem

    Triveni #2 A car careens into crowd, crushing bodies, creating chaos in the streets of Barcelona. New age running of the bulls. ~~Judi Van Gorder #3 Harbingers of hate rally in Charlottesville, rally protesters proffer presence in dissent. Law and order holds sway in the middle. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  6. social issue poem

    Ouch! Pretty disturbing and unfortunately this element does exist. It brings to my mind city streets and gang violence, but it isn't just young men. Women play their role too. Law enforcement is stretched thin in this regard and Gang Enforcement is a specialized field. I'm assuming the bullets accompanying your piece are making a statement. ~~Tink
  7. Thanks for reading and commenting Terry. And thanks from all the mothers out here. ~~Tink
  8. Thank you Terry, It was a long time ago. The really sad thing is it happens in all too many homes, to all too many children everyday. It isn't that unusual. When my son worked patrol, domestic violence calls were a daily routine almost always involving alcohol or drugs. He used to carry teddy bears in the trunk of his patrol car. He hated those calls because they always involved family. ~~Tink
  9. I like this discussion. For me haiku helps me focus on the reality, the tangible without getting all tangled up in the emotion. I found journalizing my cancer progression helped me focus on what was, not what might be. It has taken a lot of the scary out of the journey. ~~Tink
  10. Places I've never been that I would love to see. Alaska, Zimbabwe = house of stone (Swahili) 2017 Haiku Journal jvg #43 deck rocks below me blue shadowed iceberg looms camera clicks #44 Zambezi cascades into smoke that thunders house of stone gateway
  11. Hi badge, I keep coming back and reading this and being reluctant to comment because for some reason the poem makes me feel uncomfortable. I continue to look for your revision which is pretty normal for you, hoping I won't feel this way after reading the new version. I can't even put my finger on it. Just wanted you to know I am not ignoring your piece. ~~Tink
  12. Thanks Marti, It was over 70 years ago, too bad when I think of my Dad I have work at remembering all the wonderful times of which there were many. But nights like this pop up fresh like they happened yesterday. Thanks for commenting. ~~ Tink
  13. Gatekeeper welcome back! summer's gifts in my garden rich ripe tomatoes golden nectarines
  14. Hi Terry, Haiku is a favorite form of mine, when all else fails write haiku. The form draws emotion from the image. I think your last line would have more power without the "Look!" Just my opinion. 2017 #42 window fan drones while snow drifts across page winter in summer ~~Tink haiku
  15. Hi Barry, Since you offer a revision, I am assuming you are open to feedback. L3 typo "will they reach" and since I don't know the area pass or reach both work for me. What I found awkward in both poems was "-canal" at the end of the line. I stumbled both versions even when I knew it was coming. From a reader's perspective, it would be much smoother if you lead the next line with canal and removed It from the end of L3. Just my opinion. I loved this addition to the end of the 2nd strophe. I felt these words, they have power. Good edit. "followed by the eternally recurring bullet returning to its gun, fires of war echo in the sun. moon the oars man saves drowning spirits, their heartbeats echo in the final footsteps of the wind. " These added lines seem to sum up the poem better than where you left off before. Memories are like rain as it falls onto clouds reflected on the marina, fleeting rapid eye movements keep dreams afloat as visions of the day are replayed. In a dream a train stops before a tear, the moon takes the water with its many reflections and places it in a glass with a flower. All in all a good revision. I really like this poem and the revision sealed it, in my opinion one of your best. ~~ Tink