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Sacrifice

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Red
stirs passion
in human hearts
giving them emotional blindness
Infidelity

Guilt
pricks conscious
pronouncing death sentence
redeeming grace through blood
Red.

 

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Day Twenty-Three:  Write a double elevenie.

 

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In Praise of Decay

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(for Earth Day)

The forest floor,
a patchwork of cast-off leaves,
teams with busy life,
decomposing death —
breaking apart the pieces
which once fit together in being.

Detritus,
no one gazes at you in awe and wonder,
no one sings your stunning praise.
And yet the mighty oak,
the massive fig,
and the complex world within their structures,
owe their lives to your labour.

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Day Twenty-Two:  In honour of Earth Day, write a georgic.

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prayer

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I was shocked
by your hostility.

“Prayer! 


Right! 


That’s about as useful
as air conditioning on a motorcycle!”

Although they were supposedly meant
for the ears of one,
you flung those words across the room with venom,
slapping quite a few colleagues in the face,
raising eyebrows and lowering the heads of others.

The force of the delivery stunned us all.

And it made me wonder:

What happened in your life to make you so angry?

In my evening reflection,
with you on my heart,
I bowed my head
and lifted you to the Lord
in prayer.

 

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Day Twenty-One: Write a poem that incorporates overheard speech.

 

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Autumn

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autumn

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Day Twenty: Write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game.

Can you find the sport I chose?  😉
(I had to make a jpeg of the poem as I wanted the formatting to be just so.)

 

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The Legend of Gladioli

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Cloud and Wind fought hard one day for first place in the sky.

Cloud rose up, billowing high, large and dark and grey.
Wind then blew a forceful blast to drive his foe away.

On and on the battle raged, neither could prevail.

Cloud unsheathed a savage sword to rend his rival in two.
Wind did the same, a sabre pulled, and at the enemy flew.

As blades met, the heavens roared, the earth trembled in fear.

On they raged, shredding the sphere, frightening creation below.
Then God said, “That’s far enough!! My power now you’ll know.”

He caused their burnished blades to fall streaking to the ground.

And where each weapon touched the soil a wondrous thing arose —
a spike of blossoms sprang up tall in sunshine to repose.

The feuding rascals stood quite still amazed by God’s good grace.

And so today those blooms still thrive, brightening downcast hearts.
Gladiolus, little sword, for peace we play our part.

 

 

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Day Nineteen: Write a poem that recounts a creation myth.

 

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Brazen Lass

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How snartly the moon does look tonight!
She creeps across the heavens,
weedly thracking into every star she meets —
even scrutching the moon a time or two.

 

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Day Eighteen:   Write a poem that incorporates neologisms.
A neologism (/nˈɒləɪzəm/; from Greek  νέο- néo-, “new” and λόγος  lógos, “speech, utterance”) is the name for a relatively recent or isolated term, word, or phrase.  It could be a made up word or phrase.  Lewis Carroll employed delightful neologisms in Jabberwocky.   Who cannot recite: 

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
      And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

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Learning to Let Go

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So busy
going through the mindless loops
that tie each day together
to make a month,
a year,
a lifetime.

Then suddenly —
DEATH.
The full stop
which sucks out breath.

And the world
abruptly
stands still.
But,
not     the world.
For everyone else
carries on,
oblivious
to the darkness,
unaware
of the massive hole in the universe.

I cannot sit; I sink,
pulled down into lethargy.
Moonlight streams
through forgotten curtains
and bathes me
in her violet scent
and
I begin
to breathe
again.

 

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Day Seventeen: Write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form!

 

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