I dared not speak; I feared to even breathe. There was something about her the way she filled the room with her essence. Her glare spoke volumes; her voice grated with every word that passed her lips. Her posture was domineering and stiff. I practically had to bite my lip until it bled to keep the laugh at bay. Not because this pluming was so at odds with her normal demeanor, but rather because she so resembled the grey parrot whose mimicking had gotten her so wound up.
not really sure about this one. my first instinct with dare was "Truth or Dare." my first thoughts practical were "Practical Magic." as for essence, couldn't quite wrap my brain around it all that well. so how this piece came about is beyond me. i probably should of went for the poem angle, but it's been awhile since i toyed with prose. I suppose it will suffice for this week's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>dare, essence, and practical]. I like the inclusion of the definitions, but it still doesn't stop me from looking up each would to get a better feel for their essence.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
3 Tale of Love and Woe: The Princess
Check out the first part of the ballad in Act I - The Knight.
Act II - The Princess
It started quite some time ago
when dragons roamed the land
and princesses were lady-like
in gowns with fans in hand
There was a princess strong of will
whose gowns were laced with jewels
she wished to wield a mighty sword
regardless of the rules
she begged the king to change the law
but he refused to sway
and so there was no choice for her
but find another way
A plan she did at last conceive
a simple plan it seemed
to dress the part in clothes of men
as only she had dreamed
Upon the practice yard she went
to see what she could glean
yet every mighty thrust did show
a skill no one had seen
she made her way all through the ranks
and never missed a beat
'til finally she lost her heart
and almost saw defeat
rebound she did and just in time
to meet his heavy blow
she spun around and struck him true
with her lost heart in tow
And so on goes our tale of love
in shadows full of woe
our princess wields her sword with force
and make herself a foe
it seems this ballad has taken me for quite a ride... the meter and beat is stuck deep in my head and i need to get it out of me before i go completely mad...
unfortunately, the tale is not quite done. there stands to be at least one more act, though quite possibly there's two.
i'm not sure if i should thank or curse One Stop Poetry and their Form Monday for getting me started on this journey...
Act II - The Princess
It started quite some time ago
when dragons roamed the land
and princesses were lady-like
in gowns with fans in hand
There was a princess strong of will
whose gowns were laced with jewels
she wished to wield a mighty sword
regardless of the rules
she begged the king to change the law
but he refused to sway
and so there was no choice for her
but find another way
A plan she did at last conceive
a simple plan it seemed
to dress the part in clothes of men
as only she had dreamed
Upon the practice yard she went
to see what she could glean
yet every mighty thrust did show
a skill no one had seen
she made her way all through the ranks
and never missed a beat
'til finally she lost her heart
and almost saw defeat
rebound she did and just in time
to meet his heavy blow
she spun around and struck him true
with her lost heart in tow
And so on goes our tale of love
in shadows full of woe
our princess wields her sword with force
and make herself a foe
it seems this ballad has taken me for quite a ride... the meter and beat is stuck deep in my head and i need to get it out of me before i go completely mad...
unfortunately, the tale is not quite done. there stands to be at least one more act, though quite possibly there's two.
i'm not sure if i should thank or curse One Stop Poetry and their Form Monday for getting me started on this journey...
Monday, February 7, 2011
4 Tale of Love and Woe: The Knight
I thought to tell a tale of woe
but truth wish not to bend
and so instead I speak of love
with hearts that had to mend
It started quite some time ago
when dragons roamed the land
and knights wore armor made of gold
with silver swords in hand
There came a young knight brave and strong
whose skill no one could match
with bow or sword it mattered not
he never felt a scratch
he parried every thrust he met
until opponents wept
with tears of sheer exhaustion spent
defeat they did accept
Then came the day that struck a blow
to heart as well as skin
a new opponent he did face
who took him for the win
And thus begins our tale of love
in shadows filled with woe
this poor young knight with broken heart
has met more than a foe
this ballad is far from over...much more still needs be told...this act has been completely spun...the rest will soon unfold...
while i've tried may hand at some different forms of poetry, the ballad i pushed aside; unsure i wished to tackle such a feat. but One Stop Poetry apparently has a Form Monday that enticed me into giving it a go. hopefully the rest will soon unfold...
but truth wish not to bend
and so instead I speak of love
with hearts that had to mend
It started quite some time ago
when dragons roamed the land
and knights wore armor made of gold
with silver swords in hand
There came a young knight brave and strong
whose skill no one could match
with bow or sword it mattered not
he never felt a scratch
he parried every thrust he met
until opponents wept
with tears of sheer exhaustion spent
defeat they did accept
Then came the day that struck a blow
to heart as well as skin
a new opponent he did face
who took him for the win
And thus begins our tale of love
in shadows filled with woe
this poor young knight with broken heart
has met more than a foe
this ballad is far from over...much more still needs be told...this act has been completely spun...the rest will soon unfold...
while i've tried may hand at some different forms of poetry, the ballad i pushed aside; unsure i wished to tackle such a feat. but One Stop Poetry apparently has a Form Monday that enticed me into giving it a go. hopefully the rest will soon unfold...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
6 Reference Call
What three words
would you use to describe him?
Driven
like a nascar racer
engine full-throttle
one single goal in mind
edging close to inside of the track
constantly looking for the opening
and the checkered flag
Loyal
like a Doberman Pinscher
honed, intelligent, and aggressive
one single focus in mind
keeping a close eye on its territory
constantly on the alert
and ready to protect and serve
Go-Getter
like a bounty hunter
trained and armed
one single aim in mind
itching to get close to its prey
constantly vigilant
and looking for his pay day
His greatest strength?
He knows what he wants
and he's not afraid
to go after it
His greatest weakness?
He has two
kyrptonite
and a full moon.
Your recommendation?
If you're looking to move up in the world,
interested in material goods and wealth,
willing to contend with late nights and lonely dinners,
he's your man.
If you're looking to be given the moon, stars and skies,
interested in being pampered and doted on,
hoping to wined and dined late into the night,
marry someone else.
i have no idea from whence this came...it loosely fits the theme that inspired it from Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck [Aims, Goals, and Ambitions]. but it was fun to write. i can't quite explain the weaknesses part except, during my brief research i came across the top ten worst interview questions and they gave the witty answer i admittingly stole. and if i ever go on an interview again and get asked that question i will probably forget to steal it again... maybe i'll sift through some of my older posts to see if i can find a more suited piece or maybe i'll be inspired yet again...who knows...
would you use to describe him?
Driven
like a nascar racer
engine full-throttle
one single goal in mind
edging close to inside of the track
constantly looking for the opening
and the checkered flag
Loyal
like a Doberman Pinscher
honed, intelligent, and aggressive
one single focus in mind
keeping a close eye on its territory
constantly on the alert
and ready to protect and serve
Go-Getter
like a bounty hunter
trained and armed
one single aim in mind
itching to get close to its prey
constantly vigilant
and looking for his pay day
His greatest strength?
He knows what he wants
and he's not afraid
to go after it
His greatest weakness?
He has two
kyrptonite
and a full moon.
Your recommendation?
If you're looking to move up in the world,
interested in material goods and wealth,
willing to contend with late nights and lonely dinners,
he's your man.
If you're looking to be given the moon, stars and skies,
interested in being pampered and doted on,
hoping to wined and dined late into the night,
marry someone else.
i have no idea from whence this came...it loosely fits the theme that inspired it from Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck [Aims, Goals, and Ambitions]. but it was fun to write. i can't quite explain the weaknesses part except, during my brief research i came across the top ten worst interview questions and they gave the witty answer i admittingly stole. and if i ever go on an interview again and get asked that question i will probably forget to steal it again... maybe i'll sift through some of my older posts to see if i can find a more suited piece or maybe i'll be inspired yet again...who knows...
4 Rape (of Innocence): Memories Unraveled
Images of that night flash before me
a memory twisted through time
seen through a tinted window
stained in the pastel colors of my innocence
stepping through the broken threshold
of the small wooden structure
transports me into a world of dreams
stone walls of a castle envelope me
with arms outstretch i twirl in circles
marveling at the finery that surrounds
the hearth lit crimson by the burning embers
i fall back on the ornate four post bed
winded from the excitement that threatens to explode
drawing in a breath, my eyes close on the perfect world
tears squeeze past closed lids
as the earth begins to quake beneath me,
above me, and all around me
in those few short moments
time passes like an eternity
stars whiz by in the heavens
as the fires of hell reach up trying to consume me
i'm catapulted back to the here and now
once again surrounded by the wooden structure
the tinted window has been replaced
stained with harsh colors of my lost innocence
time has unraveled the hidden memories
as images of that night collide before me
this poem took me on a journey i was not expecting...i tried to take a detour, but it steered me right back to the unexpected destination. (entitled with respects to an earlier work, Rape (of Innocence).)
inspiration for this poem comes from a new source (for me, that is). One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday [interview with Sean McCormick].
a memory twisted through time
seen through a tinted window
stained in the pastel colors of my innocence
stepping through the broken threshold
of the small wooden structure
transports me into a world of dreams
stone walls of a castle envelope me
with arms outstretch i twirl in circles
marveling at the finery that surrounds
the hearth lit crimson by the burning embers
i fall back on the ornate four post bed
winded from the excitement that threatens to explode
drawing in a breath, my eyes close on the perfect world
tears squeeze past closed lids
as the earth begins to quake beneath me,
above me, and all around me
in those few short moments
time passes like an eternity
stars whiz by in the heavens
as the fires of hell reach up trying to consume me
i'm catapulted back to the here and now
once again surrounded by the wooden structure
the tinted window has been replaced
stained with harsh colors of my lost innocence
time has unraveled the hidden memories
as images of that night collide before me
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| photo by Sean McCormick |
this poem took me on a journey i was not expecting...i tried to take a detour, but it steered me right back to the unexpected destination. (entitled with respects to an earlier work, Rape (of Innocence).)
inspiration for this poem comes from a new source (for me, that is). One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday [interview with Sean McCormick].
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