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Liz Mastin
On 7/22/2019 at 8:43 AM, Tinker said:

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

This is such an awesome Bolesian sonnet. I believe the rules are followed faithfully and l notice no forced rhyme. I am not sure if the " stroke" refers to a stroke of bad luck or to a medical stroke, which may have caused the brain to divide?

But she had to overcome her unasked-for state, and wondrously--- she did!

I like the Bolesian sonnet form very much as a vehicle for her unusual experience (which) motivated your poem.

 

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Thanks Liz, I like the sonnet form also.   Trapped was written in response to a prompt at another site.  I share the prompts here in hopes someone else will join me, but so far I can't get the others to come and play on the Playground, so it looks like this is my exclusive thread which it is not.   Maybe I can get you to play. 😍  The last prompt was to write a poem using the 5 senses.  The frame can be of your choosing.  I wrote a Free Verse piece, My Morning Visit.   

And, Yes she had a medical stroke while in the womb causing the left side of the brain to simply not develop.   She should be totally paralyzed on the right side, but she walks and runs and has use of her right arm.  Her right hand however will never function.  She can't even pick up a pencil. She has been in physical therapy since  she was 6 months old.  Because of the missing left side the nerves of her brain sometimes get out of whack consequently she is subject to bouts of paralyzing anxiety on occasion and had a seizure disorder most of her younger years and was on meds for that.  She hasn't been on meds for 5 years now and they think she has outgrown the seizure problem.  Now that she is going through puberty, the hormone imbalance sometimes causes debilitating migraine headaches that literally blind her.  They are not a daily or weekly occurrence and they now have a routine to follow to make it less problematic for her but it is a serious condition that we hope doesn't hit often and one she will also outgrow eventually. She was home from school today because of a migraine. They last for hours and she has to be put in a dark, quiet, cool environment until they pass.   Other than that, she is a funny, smart, kooky little girl who is loved and protected by her 3 siblings and Mom and Dad.

~~Tink
 


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Liz Mastin
On 8/20/2019 at 3:20 PM, Tinker said:

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

Love this "other persona" poem. The great alliteration in  silently, slowly, slither, sunning, stalking, succulent, sustain and significance.Then, languid length lithe.  Also wind and wring the wind from your lungs (how cool!) And much more alliteration.

I love the interesting idea of " consumer of conceit"  That mankind certainly loses all ego ( conceit) when being swallowed by a python snake; the victim's courage constricted certainly.

I enjoyed your poem "Those Who Dare"

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Liz Mastin
2 hours ago, Tinker said:

Thanks Liz, I like the sonnet form also.   Trapped was written in response to a prompt at another site.  I share the prompts here in hopes someone else will join me, but so far I can't get the others to come and play on the Playground, so it looks like this is my exclusive thread which it is not.   Maybe I can get you to play. 😍  The last prompt was to write a poem using the 5 senses.  The frame can be of your choosing.  I wrote a Free Verse piece, My Morning Visit.   

And, Yes she had a medical stroke while in the womb causing the left side of the brain to simply not develop.   She should be totally paralyzed on the right side, but she walks and runs and has use of her right arm.  Her right hand however will never function.  She can't even pick up a pencil. She has been in physical therapy since  she was 6 months old.  Because of the missing left side the nerves of her brain sometimes get out of whack consequently she is subject to bouts of paralyzing anxiety on occasion and had a seizure disorder most of her younger years and was on meds for that.  She hasn't been on meds for 5 years now and they think she has outgrown the seizure problem.  Now that she is going through puberty, the hormone imbalance sometimes causes debilitating migraine headaches that literally blind her.  They are not a daily or weekly occurrence and they now have a routine to follow to make it less problematic for her but it is a serious condition that we hope doesn't hit often and one she will also outgrow eventually. She was home from school today because of a migraine. They last for hours and she has to be put in a dark, quiet, cool environment until they pass.   Other than that, she is a funny, smart, kooky little girl who is loved and protected by her 3 siblings and Mom and Dad.

~~Tink
 

I'm so sorry her condition caused so much discomfort; her seizures, and  migraine headaches. I do hope she will feel better and eventually just outgrow them!

She is a brave soul l can tell.

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12 hours ago, Liz Mastin said:

Love this "other persona" poem. The great alliteration in  silently, slowly, slither, sunning, stalking, succulent, sustain and significance.Then, languid length lithe.  Also wind and wring the wind from your lungs (how cool!) And much more alliteration.

I love the interesting idea of " consumer of conceit"  That mankind certainly loses all ego ( conceit) when being swallowed by a python snake; the victim's courage constricted certainly.

Thanks Liz,  This was a fun poem to write and I would never have thought to do it without the prompt.  I use the prompts first as a challenge to myself to step out of my comfort zone.  I also see them as exercises in writing, practice, practice, practice.  I don't expect every poem I write to be a gem but every once in a while one of these exercise poems connects. Writing, even when it is just an exercise can only make me better for when that one poem comes along that I dream of writing one day.  

Actually, I not only had fun with this one, I'm kind of proud of how it worked out. The alliteration just took on a life of its own once I got started.  Since it is in this thread, you may be the only person on this forum that has read it.  I think most of the members concentrate on reading at Member Poetry or the Overflow.  Reading everything on this site is time consuming and commenting adds more time.  We read and comment as we can.  Thank you for finding this thread and taking the time to comment. 

~~Tink


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8 hours ago, Tinker said:

Thanks Liz,  This was a fun poem to write and I would never have thought to do it without the prompt.  I use the prompts first as a challenge to myself to step out of my comfort zone.  I also see them as exercises in writing, practice, practice, practice.  I don't expect every poem I write to be a gem but every once in a while one of these exercise poems connects. Writing, even when it is just an exercise can only make me better for when that one poem comes along that I dream of writing one day.  

Actually, I not only had fun with this one, I'm kind of proud of how it worked out. The alliteration just took on a life of its own once I got started.  Since it is in this thread, you may be the only person on this forum that has read it.  I think most of the members concentrate on reading at Member Poetry or the Overflow.  Reading everything on this site is time consuming and commenting adds more time.  We read and comment as we can.  Thank you for finding this thread and taking the time to comment. 

~~Tink

I had fun collecting what l thought were my best poems for my first book "Lake Dancers".

If you haven't you should self publish!  Or publish through an agent!

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Promp: Use personification in the poem.  This is probably more a poem of persona but here is what I wrote.

Unleashed

They thought they could use me
to warm their toes,
to cook their meals,
to dispose of their trash.
No longer am i their servant,
now they flee from me,
i have been unleashed
to devour all in my path.
My power is boundless
as I create my own wind
to travel wherever I please.
My beauty illuminates all around me,
my colors change from golds,
to reds and blues
as I dance in the tree tops.
I am borderless.
Hear me crackle and roar!
          ~~ Judi Van Gorder
 


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17 hours ago, Tinker said:

Promp: Use personification in the poem.  This is probably more a poem of persona but here is what I wrote.

Unleashed

They thought they could use me
to warm their toes,
to cook their meals,
to dispose of their trash.
No longer am i their servant,
now they flee from me,
i have been unleashed
to devour all in my path.
My power is boundless
as I create my own wind
to travel wherever I please.
My beauty illuminates all around me,
my colors change from golds,
to reds and blues
as I dance in the tree tops.
I am borderless.
Hear me crackle and roar!
          ~~ Judi Van Gorder
 

 

Love this poem, Judi; so clever. I esp. enjoy the colorful, enchanting clues: l dance in the tree tops. I am borderless. Yet all of the (qualities of fire) you mention are great. No longer just a servant, but a threatening master!!  Think of the fires in coastal California--they know!

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Thanks Liz,  And yes I know, I am in the coastal California mountains, I was evacuated and now have returned but the fires still burn. 

~~Judi


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Liz Mastin

Ode to the Palm Tree (personification)

You cast your glance out over the ocean, surveying by degrees the hazy Horizon, and you seem to be watching for Sailors at sea, for this is your way, Oh tall palm tree.

When morning fades and the breeze grows bolder, you whip your fronds back over your shoulders, and like a centry who's never at ease, you stand your guard impressive palm tree.

Your cousins are vagabonds the world around, in Africa, New Zealand and Asia found, dwelling on stranded sailors at sea, it's just understood oh caring palm tree.

Non-judgmental by Nature, you Grace nation of small shopping malls and humble gas stations. But you'd rather dwell by the dangerous sea, waving ships in Oh friendly palm tree.

Your portrait is painted on parched stucco walls, domes of cathedrals and high Palace halls, from thence you reflect on Lost sailors at Sea, wishing them Speed oh loyal palm tree?

Your coconuts and dates are tasty Delights for feeding the hungry, solving their plights, but you'd rather resolve Lost sailors that you see,  back to dry land, compassionate palm tree.

Elegant tree you are so agreeable. Because you are tall you are easily seeable. A beacon to birds, explorers and whalers- always you're watching and waiting for Sailors.

And you weary seamen adrift on the blue, waiting for land to come into view, having suffered the storms of treachous Cape Horn, when you see the palm tree you know you are  home.

 

 

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14 hours ago, Liz Mastin said:

You cast your glance out over the ocean, surveying by degrees the hazy Horizon, and you seem to be watching for Sailors at sea, for this is your way, Oh tall palm tree.

Personification is giving human action or character to an inanimate object.   "You cast your glance,"  is classic personification.   I thought it interesting that you wrote this as a Prose Poem.  I liked the long, individual units.  It was easy reading.

 

14 hours ago, Liz Mastin said:

And you weary seamen adrift on the blue, waiting for land to come into view, having suffered the storms of treachous Cape Horn, when you see the palm tree you know you are  home.

I think a comma after "And you," and "seamen".    I liked the internal rhyme.   You have a typo,  "treacherous" is missing a couple of letters.

I love that you are willing to come here and play and it produced a very nice poem.   

~~Tink

 

 


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Thank you so much Tink. It really is an "Ode to the Palm Tree" It's not a new poem, l'm afraid, but l knew it made use of personification. It was written under a very tall palm tree in Playa del Carmen, as l thought about my elderly poetry mentor who was crusing around Cape Horn. 

Tink, what exactly is the " quote" section meant for? Am l replying to you at the right location?

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On 11/1/2019 at 2:02 PM, Liz Mastin said:

Tink, what exactly is the " quote" section meant for? Am l replying to you at the right location?

Highlight what you want to respond to and hit quote and it shows up in your reply.

~~Tink


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Today, Monday November 11, 2019  is Veteran's Day in the US.  Write a poem to honor our vets.

Hidden Away

In the shadows of mind,
    hidden and locked away,
are visions of dead eyes
    and bloodied bodies,
sounds that scream pain,
     vibrate with thunder,
putrid odors of piss
     and vomit and death,
metallic taste mixed
      with dessert dust,
the trickle of sticky sweat  
      under Kevlar in 115o heat
and the twitch in the pit
      of your stomach
            from ending a life.

That part of you,
      you do not share,
you look and sound just like us,
   
But we know, you are our shield
     and Thank You is not enough.
               ~~Judi Van Gorder

Occasional Poetry
 


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5 hours ago, Tinker said:

Today, Monday November 11, 2019  is Veteran's Day in the US.  Write a poem to honor our vets.

Hidden Away

In the shadows of mind,
    hidden and locked away,
are visions of dead eyes
    and bloodied bodies,
sounds that scream pain,
     vibrate with thunder,
putrid odors of piss
     and vomit and death,
metallic taste mixed
      with dessert dust,
the trickle of sticky sweat  
      under Kevlar in 115o heat
and the twitch in the pit
      of your stomach
            from ending a life.

That part of you,
      you do not share,
you look and sound just like us,
   
But we know, you are our shield
     and Thank You is not enough.
               ~~Judi Van Gorder

Occasional Poetry
 

That is beautiful Judi! so graphic that the reader experiences what the amazingly normal-seeming gentleman experienced, plus the added horror of (him) having ended a life.

Yes, it is thanks to those serving as our shields,  that "we" can feel safe.

A fine poem.

 

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Thanks Liz,  I'm the wife of a Korean War vet and sister of a Viet Nam vet.    I thought of bits and pieces I've dug out of each of them over the years.  

~~Judi 


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5 hours ago, Tinker said:

Thanks Liz,  I'm the wife of a Korean War vet and sister of a Viet Nam vet.    I thought of bits and pieces I've dug out of each of them over the years.  

~~Judi 

Am l responding in the right place Judi? ( Quote) Still uncertain.

Well, you really have had an on-going close-up experience with war vets!! A big thanks to all three of these very important men in your life!

Happy Veterans Day!

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Yes, this thread is wide open, I love that I'm not the only one posting here.  Hopefully, you will pick up on a prompt once in a while and contribute a poem here too.  No one expects daily poems to be perfect.  They are more posted practice but every once in a while they turn into poems that become keepers.

~~Judi


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Today  let your imagination explode into a cataclysm of color. Write using color as focus or inspiration.  Use colors that impress you, either favorably or unfavorably. Since this is a creativity workshop, give your imagination free rein to interpret “color” either literally (red, blue, hot pink) or figuratively (the color of pain, joy, anger).

Here is a poem just posted by Dr_Con that I think is an example what this prompt aspires to.  Gate(less)
Or an older more simplistic use of color in a poem Awe


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19 hours ago, Tinker said:

Today  let your imagination explode into a cataclysm of color. Write using color as focus or inspiration.  Use colors that impress you, either favorably or unfavorably. Since this is a creativity workshop, give your imagination free rein to interpret “color” either literally (red, blue, hot pink) or figuratively (the color of pain, joy, anger).

Here is a poem just posted by Dr_Con that I think is an example what this prompt aspires to.  Gate(less)
Or an older more simplistic use of color in a poem Awe

Green Bug triolet

Joy of Joy's! A little green bug

Is content in the shape of a grain of rice.

At my heart it firmly tugs,

This amiable creation, this genial bug.

To him l give a mental hug!

Amazing how nature so freely supplied

This joy of Joy's! A little green bug

Content in the shape of a grain of rice.

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3 hours ago, Liz Mastin said:

Green Bug Triolet

Joy of Joy's! A little green bug
Is content in the shape of a grain of rice.
At my heart it firmly tugs,
This amiable creation, this genial bug.
To him l give a mental hug!
Amazing how nature so freely supplied
This joy of Joy's! A little green bug
Content in the shape of a grain of rice.

Today's delight,
little green bugs
with Triolet hugs.
       ~~Judi 


~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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23 hours ago, Tinker said:

Today  let your imagination explode into a cataclysm of color.

Deeper

Ripples on the surface
spark reflections of golds
and blues and indigo
with dazzling allure.
Vibrant colors
siren the unsuspecting
to the deep
where calmer, cooler,
darker waters wait
and will tell no secrets.
             ~~Judi Van Gorder


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I guess I should change the title of this thread to A Weekly Poetry Challenge since I only post here about once a week.  

Today's challenge is to write a poem showing an emotional reaction to some event that seems to be about something else.

Something like this old one Scab

Or something I attempted today.


St John's Wort

There is a pariah
that must be dispelled
or at least controlled.
It shows up unwelcome
each year
and flourishes in fertile fields,
previously tilled and prepped
in deliberate design
for finer stuff.
The repetition
of malaise
encountered with its return
freezes action.
My inner sloth
glories in its monotony.
I must pound down
its hold on me,
put on my boots
and take up the battle
one more time.
         ~~Judi Van Gorder


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22 hours ago, Tinker said:

I guess I should change the title of this thread to A Weekly Poetry Challenge since I only post here about once a week.  

Today's challenge is to write a poem showing an emotional reaction to some event that seems to be about something else.

Something like this old one Scab

Or something I attempted today.


St John's Wort

There is a pariah
that must be dispelled
or at least controlled.
It shows up unwelcome
each year
and flourishes in fertile fields,
previously tilled and prepped
in deliberate design
for finer stuff.
The repetition
of malaise
encountered with its return
freezes action.
My inner sloth
glories in its monotony.
I must pound down
its hold on me,
put on my boots
and take up the battle
one more time.
         ~~Judi Van Gorder

     I enjoyed this poem, it's negative  meaning "at first" but then unexpectedly altering into an apparent reason for rejoicing "for the routine of nature" requiring yearly remediation.

Even the pulling on of boots for the toil being reason for happiness!

Have l understood this right?

(did l post this reply in the correct place Tink?)

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Yes and yes you did respond in the correct place and you got the message.  Plus it is a metaphor for the cyclical in everything we encounter.  What ever returns to block the way. 

~~Tink

And thank you for reading and responding here at the Playground.   Sometimes I think I'm whistling in the wind.
 


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