Here's the deal:
I'll give you ten words. You decide which six require your attention the most and write them into a poem. 14 lines is the max, but don't minimize your effort.
And if you send your poem to "Intensive Care", you've utilized all ten words. Great job!
The words:
unvoiced, solid, helpless, pretty, common, dark, mean, surprise, day, grief
PROMISES
ReplyDeleteYou ask that I not give in to grief,
to face that day with new-found courage,
sorrow unvoiced, a heart bursting
with undying love.
I said I’d try.
Bring on the dark! Love, be the light!
I will not be helpless or lose faith.
One day we’ll meet again
on common ground.
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We'll meet again on common ground.... that works very nicely, Sal.
Deleteunvoiced, solid, pretty, dark, mean, surprise
ReplyDeleteLonging
Her face is pretty, sparkly,
by sun and moon.
I stand on the edge
my heels dry, my toes wet
solid footing till the sand
begins to shift beneath me.
No surprise. I don’t think it mean
of the sea to slip away
back to the unvoiced deep
where dark and silence reign,
but I do wonder at the power
of sound and light that draws
her here again and again.
You did a great job of personifying the sea!
ReplyDeleteTHE ART OF THE MATTER
ReplyDelete(a shadorma)
Day’s dark sky,
a pretty common
reflection
of unvoiced
grief; surprise is in helpless
flowers’ solid stance.
Hello. Mine is here: http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2014/05/31/the-dark-vein-of-us/
ReplyDelete
ReplyDeletethe widow's lover
she opens the envelope carefully
with an opener slicing the edges
perfectly holding the surprise for
another moment in the dark falling
about her like pretty clothes dropped
to the carpet, heart beats fast, hope
unvoiced, holds the pretty parchment
sliced open between painted nails
in the almost dark - helpless as visions
of him gain dominion over grief of one
obligated to be mourned - the good man
who lies atop satin in the parlor while she
slides the letter, kisses the familiar loops
of pen and ink and words of illicit love and
grants grief a mean holiday - filling with the
bubbles of passion for just this moment of
this dark, dim, ever-present day