Turning Wood, a sonnet
The lathe stands before you solid, restless, Holding half the power of a plow-horse The log offers itself to you, accepts the bite Of the honed steel in your hand, held steady Against the rest. You bend towards your goal. Turning wood is craft, you’ll find— not art; )although You’ll feel the spinning wood pull [...]
Tags: poetry, sonnets, wood turning
Literary Limericks
from a challenge on my home forum; Write limericks based on literature, and thus; A.A. Milne; When Winnie The Pooh wanted hunny His antics were sweet, and so funny Any child could find the hundred-acre-wood But Disney’s reaping the munny. Coleridge; There were nymphs that called Xanadu home There was booze and good eats in [...]
John Wilmot, Sonnet 2
Dear sir, I pray you, withhold your alarm And gently treat the shades that closely press You. Smile into the myriad hungry eyes As best you may, flinch not at yearning sighs Nearly unheard, the gossamer caress Of insubstantial hands; we mean no harm. We hark not from your past; we spectral hosts Beset you [...]
Monet’s ‘Water Lilies’ at L’Orangerie
I spent months in battle with a city that smelt of home but had no place for a young American at large; all grey walls and closed elaborate doors– gates that offered a glimpse into lives that never asked to be shared. Parcs, sans any sign of life, left wanting Me, that could not live [...]
John Wilmot, Sonnet 1
Dear Johnny, Black Johnny, sweet shattered, Shadow John Thou man of tempest heart and tattered lace Come share the broken bed that I lay on, Vouchsafe the ravaged beauty of your face And we will feed the hungry beast so well That it may sleep in peace a day or so The tyrant waves calm [...]
The Blind Gunman (fanfic poem)
Ripped from the life he’d known His center shattered, the shards Breaking the shell of his self regard Or, indeed, of any regard- The world overturning headlong, Tumbling, And Pain his boon companion, He finds himself reborn to Fate, That monstrous parent. The evil he once was- Human, small, informed only By human needs and [...]
“Drink Me”
You pay more attention to the glass in your hand than you do to me. Running your finger round the edge ever pouring the vintage red into its complaisant mouth and then- what a melting of tongue, And teeth meeting the rim! Yes, I’d rather be your wineglass than your lover.
Tags: language, memoryfic, poems and wordplay, prompts, verse libre
Sonnet; Band Practice
We met beneath the highschool bleachers where The benches faded in the chilly mist Sweat-shirted and fifteen I met her there And touched her on the arm, and nearly kissed her lip brushing my lip, so I could taste The sugar in the Maybelline she wore And breathed, in shy and startled haste The grown-up [...]
Tags: dykeslash, memoryfic, poems and wordplay
three (3) ten (10) word poems
1) A sonnet tasting of you I add a piquant memory. 2) A child’s indigo shadow is running behind sunlit drying sheets. 3) Prosody enrapturing your delicate mind my sly smile invites wanderlust address
On the folly of writing about dead people
An exercise in couplets; I’m moon walking, sleep walking, only halfway here; The accents from another time are dinning in my ear. My fingers tap the iambs, I’m counting ‘neath my breath, Horns honk in the intersection, scare me half to death; “C’mon, bitch, it’s two-ohoh five, not three hundred years before!” But the century [...]
