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Poetry 201 Assignment 9: Landscape, Found Poetry, and Enumeration

 

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Okay, I completed assignment 9 in which I needed to write a Found poem about ‘landscape’ and include some enumeration (a list). Found poetry I learned is when you gather a collage of words like cutting them from a newspaper and then use those words in a poem.Other poets were much more creative than I by arranging theirs’ in a crossword pattern to illustrate the concepts of their poems. This took me a long time and I probably overdid it. The picture above illustrates the collage of words I used for this poem.

Forever Changing Landscape

From one century to another and one lifetime to the next generation,

The earth’s multi-faceted landscape is forever changing.

From the warm weather of spring to the humid days of summer,

And then transforming from the colorful fall season to snow white winter.

The land of earth is continuously transforming as moving time is a steady constant

While the passing seasons and the world itself are inconsistent variants.

 An enchanted traveler might see the view shift gradually or with sudden surprise

As if surrounded by the deep darkness of night when bursts a glorious sunrise.

For traveling through America is like mentally picking up the vast pieces

 Of a larger than life picture perfect puzzle as each state represents just a speck.

Whether touring by bus, car, cycle, or by riding on the river;

Or perhaps take to the trails by looping around the lakes

In an ambitious and challenging hiking adventure,

An unexpected surprise may meet your wondrous eyes

While you journey from the dawn of morning until the dusk of night.

Ranging from the hot, sandy deserts of Arizona to the north shore of wintry Alaska

And from the mountains of Wyoming to the fields and farms of Kansas and Nebraska;

The land, rivers, forests, and mountains do not remain stale and stagnant.

Instead they all steadily flow by your passenger window; moving, colorful and dynamic.

Even when traveling from one brightly lit up city to yet another,

You may expect to view similar, towering skyscrapers

And perhaps be in reverent awe of their architecture.

However, experiencing the sights and sounds of New York City’s Broadway

Does not compare to walking along the shoreline of San Francisco Bay.

And if one should venture around the world while soul-searching,

The sights of historic Greece would greatly defer from the Eastern Caribbean.

In such travels what peace of mind, new hope, and good delight

May inspire one to adopt new and fresh perspectives on life.

When one chooses to embark on an unknown and great journey;

May it be an exceptional journey to never forget but linger and echo in memory.

Poetry 201 Assignment 7: Fingers, Prose Poetry, and Assonance

 

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Continuing in my poetry class, I was asked to write a piece of prose poetry in which the poem looks like prose but can you see the poetry within? It includes the subject of fingers and a technique known as assonance in which a repeating vowel sound is used. Can you determine what repeating vowel sound I used throughout this poem?  I hope you enjoy reading it.

Fingers on the Keyboard

Fingers floating and sliding along the plastic keys as I tried to remember the last melody. When was it that I struck a key followed by another and another? I plucked C, B, G, E, and sometimes D. Such a mystery as the last time keeps escaping me. When did I last take a seat with content upon a piano bench and played a tune with such gentle sweet ease? However now, I no longer have my grandmother’s piano, you see. Instead I have this electronic keyboard for simple melodies and that seemed just right for me.  Such a lifetime ago it was when my fingers danced gingerly and with subtle familiarity caressing and pressing those musical keys. Oh those sweet notes, the ebony and the ivory playing alternately and creating a sweet sounding melody.  When struck together they resonate in pleasing and lingering harmony. Although admittedly when oft my unpracticed fingers did glide over the black and white keys one may hear unmistakable disharmony. Many memories reside in me playing but constantly dismaying at the clash of keys in off-tuned melodies. I am not as talented as I would like to be to play this fine musical instrument; this assortment of black and white vibrating keys. Melody and harmony are too much for me and their mastery has too often eluded me.  So my fingers became still and my keyboard became silent; as quiet as can be. It serves now only as a tangible memory of my younger days when I would strive so determinedly to play a simple and sweet melody.

Poetry 201 Assignment 5: Fog, Elegy, and Metaphors

 

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In this latest poetry assignment, we were asked write about fog in an elegy which is often about an irreversible loss; like something you can never get back. And we’re to include metaphors in our writing. In contemplating this, I felt compelled to write about one of my deepest losses which often feels like a fresh wound that never heals. Just reliving this in my mind brought new and uncontrollable tears but I I felt some relief in writing about it and in that I am finally sharing this story. I have no doubt that it is God who comforts and gently helps me to remember even the most secret memories that are buried the deepest inside of me. I do have the comfort of knowing that she is safe and happy with Jesus in heaven. 

Trying to Remember

Has it really been almost five years?

Sometimes it seems longer

And yet in my moments of anguished tears

It seems yesterday, I did hear her

These past recent years have been so

Painfully empty and void

Of her sweet presence, her cheerful face

And her laughing voice.

Oh what did she last say? I sadly forgot

I am searching through the fog

Of my many memories of my childhood home

Where I was never all alone.

My blurred memories are like the many rooms

Of our two-story, century old house

Where in the years of clutter, a recollection is hidden

 like a treasure of precious gems.

She was always there spreading her love so

that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Like the scent of the freshest flowers, our house permeated

of her nurturing spirit and her gentle, soft voice.

Oh how I yearn to remember her comforting words,

Can’t I have that that wish, that one choice?

How I dream to hear her laughter and see her smiling

Once again. Oh, just one more time.

The foggy haze is still sticking and lingering in me

Not letting me remember or to see

And it won’t let me grasp what I long to know;

The last words she said on the phone.

Oh I do remember, soon Easter was coming

And I told her on the phone,

“In a few days I will see you, Mom.

In a few days I will come home.”

As we gaily chatted away, I continued,

“Mom, we’ll have a splendid Easter.

Work has granted me extra time off so

We’ll have four days together.”

But before Easter came and before

I could journey home

My mother suddenly passed away

In that big old house all alone.

She was so happy to talk to me on the phone

And joyful that I was coming to see her

Now the fog like a weakened storm has cleared

And in my mind her voice I could hear.

With an aching heart I remember my mother’s joyous tone,

 “I love you and I will see you soon.”

Poetry 201 Assignment 4: Animal, Concrete Poetry, and Emjambment

Well, I made a try on this one and am not sure if I did it. I needed to write a poem about an animal and in the form of an animal. I also needed to incorporate a technique known as emjambment to make the poem sort of a mystery to follow. Can you follow my poem? And can you guess what animal my poem is about?

My Midnight Stalker

Deep in the night was a new moon somewhere outside my tiny bedroom.

As I lay trying to sleep I knew that a creeping creature was

Stalking

me.

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POUNCE

Poetry 201 Assignment 3: Trust, Acrostic, and Internal Rhyme

On day 3 in my poetry 201 class, I was asked to write a new poem containing the word “trust”, using an acrostic and internal rhyme. I must admit, this is getting more challenging but I think I did. Do you think I accomplished the assignment? Here is my new poem:

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Looking into the FUTURE

Forward gazing into the

Unexplored and unknown.

Trusting and embracing that

Unfilled hopes will soon become

Realized dreams at the end of

Enduring determination, my dear friend.

Another Limerick Just for Fun

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Well, after some more contemplating,the little kid inside of me got all stirred up and, consequently, another limerick came to mine. This one contains a journey and an alliteration but is quite silly. However, I did have fun writing it as I imagined a happy little boy hopping and skipping down the street:

Jumping Joey

Jumping Joey went on a journey

Jolly jumping down Juniper Alley.

Joey was so jolly;

He jumped up, my golly

and jolly jumped back home eating jelly.

Poetry 201 Assignment 2: Limericks, Journey, and Alliteration

 

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Okay, I am in day two of this poetry class and our assignment is to write a limerick containing a journey and alliteration. Limericks are known to be humorous and writing humor is quite a challenge for me. And composing one limerick with a journey and alliteration was a bit much so I wrote two separate limericks to accomplish this assignment. One focuses on a journey I once embarked on while the other limerick as an attempt at a more humorous alliteration. Do you think I completed the assignment correctly? I will say, I had fun creating these two short poems and I hope you enjoy them.

 

Surprising Journey

One day I began a journey

When it was cold and blustery

In the sky I gazed

And was quite amazed

To see a sundog watching me

 

Bessie Boo

Bessie Boo bought ballerina shoes

Dyed in black and blinding blue

She met a bashful knight

Who could not dance just right

And banged her toes all black and blue

Another Haiku Just for Fun

 

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Inspired by other poets in my poetry class who are writing multiple haiku’s about water which included a simile, I decided to attempt another one. I was amazed at all the different ways, people thought about water.

Drip

I hear a drip drip

from a  tap sounding like tick

tick of my father’s clock

Thinking about My Mom on her Birthday

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Today, February 13th, 2015 would have been my mom’s 70th birthday. How I miss her and so wish I could see her smiling face and hear her voice with quiet laughter once again. It was a busy day at work today, but she was in my mind and heart through all the day. She is in heaven now where there is no more tears, sickness, or pain. And she can walk and rest in heaven’s garden to her heart’s content with Jesus always at her side. On this special day, I am re-posting a poem in honor of her and all the memories and her sweet love which she planted inside of me:

Missing My Mom

Her smiling face and her voice laced with gentle laughter

 Quiet moments resting in her favorite chair.

 Long walks around the fields to the hidden pond

 Just to hear frogs croak and melodious birdsong.

 Clanging sounds and sweet aromas drifting from the kitchen

 With sourdough bread and pineapple ham baking in the oven

 Busy hands and nimble fingers moving in rhythm

 Crocheting a doll, slippers or perhaps a colorful afghan

 Grand Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations

 With the house full of joyful and elated loved ones.

 Keeping us all together on a thundering, stormy night

 To lessen our cries, our fear and overwhelming fright.

 On a cold wintry day, building a fire in the fireplace

 So we can rest in its’ warm, and comforting embrace.

 Long, peaceful visits on a quiet summer eve

 Such sweet memories that will never leave.