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24 syllables including the word "impish"

Loki's Game

Loki's impish game
extinguished the Norse Light
with the kiss of death
tied to the tip
of Blind Hod's dart.
                      ~~ jvg

Notes: ▼
24 syllables
5 Lines
Norse Mythology: Baldar god of the light was indestructible. The lessor gods would target practice throwing darts and spears at Baldar and he would be unscathed. His only weakness was mistletoe. Loki the trickster god, hated Baldar and tricked Baldar's blind brother Hod into throwing a dart to which Loki had tied mistletoe. Loki guided Hod's hand and the poison dart struck Baldar, killing the light.


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Write a poem using anaphora. (  A rhetorical device in which there is repetition of the same word or phrase at the beginning of successive phrases or lines.)

 

To Read a Poem

When a poet's scribbles touch you
When his pen writes from his heart
When his words become super glue
When he dares to share his art
Then the reader's keenness deepens
        and like magic poetry happens.         
                  ~~Judi Van Gorder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chore Time

Mopping, scrubbing the kitchen floor     
mopping the sticky spills
mopping everyday user ills
Mopping, scrubbing,
            my least favorite chores.
              ~~Judi Van Gorder

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Seasonal Repeat

Winter chores
        outside chairs inside
Winter clothes
        warm and fuzzy
Winter woes
         flues and colds
Winter floors
          tracked with mud

Spring chores
         
open doors
Spring clothes
         
cottons and rain coat
Spring woes
          
weeds to pull
Spring floors
           freshly polished

Summer chores
           clean the pool
Summer clothes
           shorts and sandals
Summer woes
            sunburn and insect bites
Summer floors
             sand to be swept

Autumn chores
             rake the leaves
Autumn clothes
              sweaters and wools
Autumn woes
              summer is gone
Autumn floors
              here we go again
                                   ~~jvg

 

The beginning of the week we celebrated Martin Luther King Jr. Day.  Dr. King, in his famous speech used anaphora through out. 


"And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2 This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that: Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
                     ~~Martin Luther King Jr.  delivered August 28, 1963
 


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Symbols, a little different kind of prompt today, actually 2 different prompts:  

I've been flipping through the many books on poetry on my book shelf and reading snatches, just looking for ideas.  Creating Poetry by John Drury offers ideas at end of each subject.  I just opened to a page on "Symbols"  which has forever been unclear in my mind.   He says, "Think of a symbol as any image that resonates with meaning and recurs throughout the poem."    Donald Hall in his book To Read a Poem defines symbol  as "a person, object, place, or event that comes to stand for something other than it is, usually something more than it is, and for a class of events or relationships. There is the conventional or traditional symbol, the natural symbol and the literary symbol."   I will leave this here for the purpose of the below prompts or exercises but I think I am going to take this subject for discussion to "Literary Discussion"  If you would like to chime in just follow the link to. Symbolism

Here are two suggestions Drury makes as exercises in symbolism:

"13.  Take a familiar symbol (like a red rose, or an anchor, or a crucifix) and write a poem that restores the object to something tangible, something you can see, hear smell taste and touch.  Place it in some context, some seemingly real place."

"14.  Write a poem in which you refer not to things themselves, but to parts of them.   The antler rather than the buck, the telescopic sight rather than the rifle etc.....Jump from image to image, using free association asking yourself "what does this remind me of? When you come to a halt, see what all the images and shifts and "parts for the whole" suggest, what they add up to." 


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Here is something easier than yesterday's prompt.   I'll come back to that.

Today write a poem using personification.  (Giving human characteristics to an inanimate object, idea or animal)   

Come Sail With Me                         hot-air-balloon.jpg


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New to me, a Japanese Verse form, the Gogyohka.  Basically it is a tanka without syllable limitations.  Give it a try.

 

 Gogyohka #1

       lights go low
       the rise and fall of violins surrounds us
       on the big screen the wild fields of Ireland
       blades of green populated by delicate lavender blooms
       a child’s voice sings
                  ~~ Judi Van Gorder


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Prompt: a poem in 24 syllables using the word  " prate "

No Loitering

There's no time to prate about,
twenty four syllable verse
sometimes sounds terse,
though efficient through out.
                                ~~jvg


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"I'm late, I'm late for a very important date,"     This famous line rings in my head all of the time, because sad to say, I am one of those.   It seems I'm always struggling to get somewhere on time and often missing the mark by at least a minute of two.     Being late is so rude and I am very conscious of that, but still time gets away from me and I'm scrambling again.  I have to admit  when I'm waiting for someone who is 15 minutes or better late, I can't help being angry. Hypocritical I know, when  I am a chronic culprit.  It is one of the reasons I have my own business.  I have staff to open on time and cover for me.    I even have had dreams of being late.  

So the prompt for the day.   Tardiness

~~Tink


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Yesterday was not only Valentine's Day it was also National Ferris Wheel Day.  So write a poem of 12 lines or more from the prompt: Ferris Wheel.  

At the Fairferris wheel.jpg

Word patterns scramble round
and round, seeking the perfect
order and placement as I write.
Like the lights of the Ferris Wheel
against the darkness of night,
a blur of vibrant colors
illuminating my mind,
grouping thoughts into stanzas
rocking gently in the air,
the gondolas rising higher and higher
then rounding
and descending to spill
out upon the page,
still breathless from the ride.
                   ~~ Judi Van Gorder


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I’ve been remiss for some time in providing daily challenges so here is one: 

 

write a poem in 24 syllables, no more, no less, using the word raillery.

 
Lucky Charm

With a wicked wink
and slightly naughty raillery,
he charmed the Irish lass,
who gave him some sass.

                    ~~jvg*Shamrock* 

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Purple Pen 

I
scribe in 
night guarded purple,
deep and dangerous,
iridescent, 
glowing royal,
open me.
         ~~jvg

prompt:  indigo 
24 syllables
Acrostic


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My Summer Morning

Water drips
from the hose bib
as the long hose unwinds
and drags across the gravel
then kinks
needing a yank
to straighten
and quench my garden's thirst.

It is still cool
at 6 AM
but the silent heat of the afternoon sun
will be relentless.
For now the buzz of bees,
flutter of butterfly wings,
and water splashing
on the dry earth
are in harmony.
         ~~Judi Van Gorder

Morning Poem


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Breaking the Silence

Silence is suspended
by the far away, staccato bark
of hungry dogs.
In the time it took to type
these words, it has stopped.
The tap tap tapping
from fingers
striking the keyboard,
the subliminal buzzing hum from some
electronic appliance,
and from outside,
the soft chirp chirp of little birds,
are now the only discord
imposing on my morning quiet.
                     ~~Judi Van Gorder

The focus of this writing exercise was rhythm, the use of words to tap out a lyric.  

Morning Poem


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Verse Form: The Seox

Morning Newscast


Officer
involved shooting, one hurt,
two dead in domestic
violence dispute.
Suspect's wife fled
to neighbor.

Drunk crashes
into side of Patrol car.
Two officers injured,
driver arrested.
The lesson - Don't
drink and drive.

Commute time,
more costly than you may think.
Bay Area drivers
lose eleven days
annually,
more than most.
         ~Judi Van Gorder

Morning Poem


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Verse Form. Gwaddodyn  Using the cywdedd naw ban couplet followed by the cywdedd hir couplet.


Summer Swelter

The end of June has arrived too soon,
summer sun has me sweating by noon.
There is no breeze but buzzing bumblebees
and butterflies ease my sunstroke swoon.

The seashore offers a cool respite
and foamy surf rushes to summit
upon the sand. It flows over my toes,
the cooldown grows cleansing my spirit.

                            ~~Judi Van Gorder


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Circle

Morning yawns open
saunters to noon
sun to moon
night wakes
soon
soon
night wakes
moon to sun
saunters to noon
morning yawns open.
          ~~Judi Van Gorder
              
 

Verse Form: Eggtimer
Morning poem #13


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Write a Raay

Visit to the Vet

Today Molly got
shots and a check-up,
disrupting the scene.
Between hisses and claws,
draws of blood, and screams,
seems like she went wild.
Child cat, I love her,
purrs, once we got home.
          ~~Judi Van Gorder


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Prompt: Confinement
Verse form: Sonnet

Trapped

Confined within the hemisphere dispensed
A stroke while forming in her mother's womb.
A damaged global hub, commander's room
to signal body parts to function hence.
The intellect and empathy are held
within its mass to compliment her life
Her brain was halved as if 'twas sliced by knife.
The living side stepped up, took charge, excelled.
Born paralyzed, her arm and leg, dead fish,
unknowns, her speech, her thoughts and so much more.
But still her stubborn courage deigned to score,
she fell and failed and tried again. Her wish
to walk and talk and be like other kids
made real, her body moves just as she bids.
                                 ~~Judi Van Gorder

Bowlesian Sonnet


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Write an Etheree

Dawning


Day
begins
in silence.
I feel a nudge
and open my eyes
to see my Molly's face,
her kitty nose to my nose.
A sweet awakening with love
and gentle persuasive intention.
The dawning of another enterprise.
                             ~~Judi Van Gorder
Notes:
A Morning Poem

 

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Write about an everyday task with a new perspective.

Cleaning the Tub

My bathtub
has become a killing field.
Daily I retrieve lizard heads
and wipe the porcelain
clean of bloody streaks.
Yesterday my sweet kitty
brought in a little bird
she snatched from the sky,
I rescued it from the tub
and turned it outside to hop away.
Downy feathers flew everywhere.
And last week
while in the shower
I thought I had thoroughly cleaned,
an alligator lizard swam up
out of the drain where
it had been hiding
and circled my bare feet.
My new daily task
has raised my creeped out bar.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder

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Write a Trilonette

Dancing with Roses

I have red rosebuds on the brain.
I sit and write while roses dance
around in my imagination.

Looking through the window pane
of joy, they sway as in a trance,
drawing me to meditation

There's many flowers I could feign
in colors, that engage, enhance
allure and elevate their station.

But everybody knows the reign-
ing bloom for bliss and true romance,
the scarlet rose, is love's creation.

A symbol for all hope and passion,
the red-red rose performs in fashion.
                      ~~Judi Van Gorder

 


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Write a Tanka

Change On the Horizon


She's labeled "lazy",
her habits mimic the sloth,
gorging on goodwill,
sapping the snap from others.
Today new conventions dawn.
                     ~~Judi Van Gorder

 


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Your assignment: Think about some emotion you experienced recently. Write about that emotion from the perspective of some inanimate object.

Anticipation

The well-worn teapot,
spiffed up for the occasion,
began to hum
then shimmy with glee
as the time drew near.
The vibration came from deep inside,
it bubbled up
until she thought she might explode,
rocking out at full boil,
whistling her top off.
Her guest had arrived.
         ~~Judi Van Gorder
 


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Write a poem reflecting a different persona

Those Who Dare 

Silently, slowly I slither
from my sunning place
stalking a succulent morsel
to sustain my significance.
My languid length lithe
with strength and stamina slides
without effort down a tree trunk
to seductively sap your soul.
I am as ancient as the most ancient,
cunning and capable.
I will wind and wring the wind from your lungs
then swallow you whole.
Do not dare to challenge me.
Consumer of conceit, constrictor of courage,
call me Kaa.
                                ~~Judi Van Gorder


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Write a love poem.

Leaves

In our Spring we were young sprouts,
tender and almost translucent
dancing the waltz in the wind from our loft.
Over time we transitioned into summer,

strong, solid, vibrant, taking in the sunlight,
providing shady protection for our family.
Eventually autumn arrived and our colors
turned with surprise and a subtle energy
to golds and reds and our surfaces
side by side began to line and crack,
our hold weakened.

It is now Winter and we have fallen
from our limb onto the hard, cold ground,
wrinkled and torn we lie together
leaning on one another
until we will crumble into the earth as one.
                   ~~Judi Van Gorder


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Notes: ▼ Prompt: Your assignment: Write a poem about some recent event using specific, but fictional, details of texture, color, scent, shape, and flavor to make your narrative come to life, as Robert Frost did in his poem After Apple-Picking

My Morning Visit

The screech and grind
vibrates down
through the jaw bone
while cool liquid squirts,
sloshing over gums
and drooling from a prickly numb lip.
A whiff of something burning,
the flat taste of metal
accompany the closeup view
of plastic gloved knuckles
and an acoustic ceiling high above.
Time ticks in slow motion
until I will be free.
               ~~Judi Van Gorder


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