Tag: Poetry

The Migraine (A Poem)

I didn’t feel well yesterday, so I played around with some online magnetic poetry. Unfortunately, the save process went awry and I was unable to save an image of my work. Thankfully, I kept a not-so-redundant copy on word.

 

Hole in Head

 

            The Migraine
                 or
        Ground Exceeding Small

The black symphony beats 
    beneath a stormy sky;
  sordid music calls for blood
    in harsh and crushing language, 
      recalling a thousand deaths 
       lathered red with rusty shot.

I whisper shadowy chants but am not mad;
    I lie screaming in the forest rain
       watching frantic waters.

 

 

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Wicked Word Wednesday No. 1

Blogging 201 challenged me to create a blogging event.

So, it is with greatest pride and deepest pleasure that I present to you

Wicked Word Wednesday Logo 3As this is the inaugural Wicked Word Wednesday, I’ll take some time to explain the rules. If you’ve already read the rules, feel free to jump to today’s Wicked Word.

Each Wednesday, I reveal a new Wicked Word.

I choose the Wicked Word based on a few mathematical algorithms and the New American Heritage College Dictionary.

Then, it’s up to you to compose a post around that word.

Be creative with your poetry, prose, or photography.

Who:

! YOU !

What:

Create something that will move and inspire!

I welcome all forms of prose, poetry, and photography; however, please avoid graphic/excessive profanity or overtly disturbing mental images.

Use common sense: what would you want children reading or viewing?

One entry per person regardless of category.

Where:

Post your entry on your own blog.

Please link back to the current challenge

Post a link to your entry in the comment box of the current week’s  prompt post.

From the home page, click on the current Wicked Word Wednesday.

Scroll to the bottom of the page and enter your link in the comment box.

Indicate which category your post falls into (Prose, Poetry, Photography)

Include your Twitter handle if you have one.

No social media?

Leave a name or nom de plume so I can give praise if you’re a winner.

When:

A prompt will post on the home page of this blog on Tuesdays at midnight (Eastern Time).

You will have until midnight (Eastern Time) on Wednesday to link your entry in the comment section.

Any entries time stamped after midnight on Wednesday of that week will not be eligible.

For sake of clarity, I am on New York Time.

Still confused? Check the World Clock!

Winners are announced Saturday or Sunday here on the blog as well as on Twitter and Facebook.

Why:

Get those creative juices flowing.

Read other blogs and comment. I hope to grow a Wicked Word Wednesday community.

Furthermore, most everyone enjoys feedback!

The life of an artist can become cloistered and lonely without a network of positive creative types.

Invite others to join in. This is for fun, creative inspiration, and a great way to connect with other creative types.

Did I mention you get bragging rights and a cool badge to post on your site (or original blog post) if you are a winner?

Get Your Badges Here

Enough with the minutia; what’s the Wicked Word?

This Wednesday’s Wicked Word is . . .

W I C K E D

The Game is Afoot!

I am deeply indebted to Grace Black of Three Line Thursday for the Event Guidelines

Event: Wicked Word Wednesday

wicked word wednesday logo 2COMING SOON

Stand Apart

Photography 101 has its challenges. Monday’s pop of color was no different.

I took another sunrise photo and thought that’d be it:

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And then inspiration struck as I was cleaning out my supply cabinet and found a hoard of forgotten pencils – and just in time for standardized testing, too!

Color Pop Pencils Horizontal

                      Stand Apart
                        by J.E.

People always say to be yourself until you do, then 
you find that everybody lied to you: "Your hair is 
too short, too long, too bright, too dark; your 
music's too loud, too goth, too punk, too rock; your 
art is too something; why can't you just be 
normal like us? You're so fake, focused on the 
external; fit back in the box in our monochrome 
world where no one stands out, no sensitivities 
curdled."

So we hide ourselves away behind a facade of what
passes for normal; believing we're flawed we put on 
a show for the world to behold while the things that 
make us us grow withered and cold. In a world that 
sees in charcoal grey and midnight black we see in 
bright neon hues and refuse to go back to the way 
things were before. Choosing rather to wrestle our
innermost demons, we risk and dare all to be the 
yellow pencil.

Color Pop Pencils Vertical

Personally, I like the first pencil photograph best; what do you think?

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The Horses are Coming

Railroad Tracks

Can you hear the locomotive
Over wooden trestles running?
Now and then its whistle plaintive
Names the letter Q. Now coming
Ever closer, see the native
Coal-steam rising and billowing, 
Towering and authoritative.

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The title for this post comes from “Dog Days are Over” by Florence and the Machine:

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

End of Season

Day Five: Solitary

A natural introvert, I find solitude both refreshing and inspirational. It’s one of the reasons I come to work early: to enjoy some time in my classroom before my students arrive. I took this photograph when I arrived this morning:

 

Empty Valleyball Court

The cold winds of winter blow across the empty field
  where we once practiced: where we refused to yield
    to oncoming storms, driven inside only when
      the dying light overcame our fortitude. 

The grass has grown longer & the lines worn away;  
  the court now sits empty awaiting the day
    when the sun will shine & the team will return, 
      but for now, the ball sits alone:

                     in solitude.

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