Writing 201: Catch-up

Day 4: Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment 

Imperfect is a word we all know,

the shame

makes our cheeks brightly

glow,

We do what we can to make it right again,

Absolute perfection we feign,

But underneath it, we know.

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

A map is made of lines

roads of all sizes and kinds.

They show you where you’ve been

and how to get back there again.

But maps are not always paper and ink,

they are other things too, I think.

Your hands are maps, full of lines,

they tell others how you spend your time.

Your eyes are guides as well,

the things you’ve seen, they tell.

So if you feel lost and alone,

and far from home you’ve flown,

Just know that maps will show you the way,

and guide you safely from the fray.

No matter how lost you think you are,

you can always find direction among the stars.

Weekend Poetry Potluck

I’ll be sharing with you one of my favorite poems I’ve discovered lately. Check my wednesday posts for more. 🙂

I am not very good

at a lot of things,

I cannot paint

you pictures

because the beautiful

things in my head

cannot be translated

nor can I sing to you,

as my voice has an

uncanny habit of

falling flat

nor can i play for you

as my fingers fumble

when my thoughts

cross over how

you look, watching me

but i can brush the

knots out of your hair,

and work the knots

out of your back

when your day

has become too

much to bear

i am not good at much,

but i will be good to you.

kpk

Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, & Chaismus

I’m skipping this one for now and will try to come back to it later. My brain’s just drawing a blank on it right now.

Day 7: Neighborhood, Ballad, Assonance

A neighborhood is a thing, not just a place,

it’s somewhere to call home, a friendly space.

Some are different but that’s not always the case.

Just somewhere for you to know all the faces.

They’re full of friends and grace.

Somewhere to call home base.

Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

They never told me that you couldn’t eat

whatever your wanted when your kidneys were beat.

No more peanuts, not even the butter,

“way too much phosphorus”, I mutter.

No more fried foods, no more dried beans,

Now all your eating has to be clean.

Limited liquid, no more salt,

No more dairy, lay off the malt.

No more bananas, no more guacamole.

Learning all this comes very slowly.

Day 9: Cold, Found Poetry, & Epistrophe/Anaphora

Cold

is like a

snowball, chasing

you across the yard. Cold is

like an icicle, dripping slowly down the

collar of your jacket. Cold is seeing your breath

on the window while you gaze at the world outside.

Cold is that first snow flake falling on the tip of

your nose. Cold is a shiver down your spine.

Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Music is such a pleasure to me.

It says things my words can’t.

Sometimes it makes me chant,

It makes my heart feel free.

Some days I go on a listening spree,

Sometimes my mood makes me slant,

and the music is like my rant.

Other days, I use it to flee.

 It fills my ears and makes me smile.

The pleasure comes from within.

Learning it is always worth your while.

It causes goosebumps all over your skin,

It doesn’t matter the style.

You’ll know as soon as it begins.

In Conclusion:

I’m not super happy with all of these but that’s ok I suppose. I’d love to hear your thoughts on anything. Thank you for dropping by, dear friends and neighbors.

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2 thoughts on “Writing 201: Catch-up

  1. Hello near neighbor! I think you did well 😀 it is learning and trying new things that’s what it is all about , I think. Poems I don’t think I do so well. Others disagree, I think I throw words around sometimes Ha!

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