My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

8 Turbulent Storms

seamless flight falters;
as turbulent winds take hold,
wings dive seeking shelter's peace

brewing emotions
seek refuge in the storm's touch
spirits soar--embracing rain



there is not much on the sedoka--not really.  the form is ancient--older than the haiku.  it dates back to the same time as the choka and the tanka.  when I first discovered the form on Shadow Poetry, the form was mentioned to be two katauta that could stand as single poems.  it also mentioned that the form "may address the same subject from different perspectives."  it is this idea that has intrigued me from the beginning.  recently I have begun to see if I could find more information on the form.  still there is very little, but a lot of the sites that I know found state the two katauta should be adjacent--not separated as I original found them to be.  I'm not sure what the right way is, but I'll keep continue to keep the separate for now.



this sedoka is the second one I've written inspired by Three Word Wednesday.  
[3WW=>emotion(s), falter(s), touch]



Tuesday, July 31, 2012

8 Last Call: Booty Call--Outgoing Message




Booty Call--Outgoing Message

I'm not a shot of espresso,
there when you need a pick me up;
I'm not a 24 hour convenience store,
open just to satisfy your midnight cravings.

I'm a desirable woman--
passionate...crazy...beautiful;
I'm a goddess meant to be savored day and night--
my own needs catered to with an intense fervor.

Take me as I am--all of me--
or accept nothing--not one thing.
I deserve far more than you've been willing to give.
So man up, if you dare.  Leave your heart at the beep.



I have to say that these pom seeds have really been coming in handy as of late.  They're like juicy little kernels of inspiration waiting to be consumed and savored.  What I find interesting with this particular pom seed is that I'm not sure where my original thoughts were; I could extract any memory of what might have inspired this one, but still I think what it grew into works well.  I did make a two slight tweaks to the original in order to accommodate the desired syllable count.





This is my offerings for the dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.


Sunday, July 29, 2012

1 Time Capsule: Flight of the Eagle

Title:  Flight of the Eagle
Date:  between 04/07/92 and 01/28/93
Setting:  Junior year of high school
Form:  Free Verse

Up on the hill the eagle screams;
All around darkness engulfs.
A look down below;
A glance high above.
Clouds blend with night,
Moon smiles bright.
 Up on the hill the eagle cries;
Down below lights flicker on.
A tear falls down;
A fear builds high.
Owls sound with song,
Stars shine long.
 Up on the hill the eagle leaps;
On the ground mankind lay.
A death below;
A life above.
Eagle sours with might,
Teenage girl’s death flight.

Notes:  I didn't always keep track (date-wise) of when I wrote.  It was much worse when I was younger.  I eventually decided to piece together a timeline.  There is a part of me that feels this poem was written in or around February.  I have vague memories of writing a short piece in conjunction with this one near Valentines Day.  Strangely enough the dates I apparently placed it between do not include February.  

Maybe my memory is wrong.  Maybe my timeline is off.  I suppose it doesn't really much matter.  

Artifact I:  Original write