Poem-a-week6

Yikes, we traveled yesterday this weekend and the poem slipped my mind as we didn't get home till late.

This we, I don't have a poem of my own, but rather will share with you MY favorite poem ever.

I have a really strange sense of memory, I never forget a face (or rarely a name) but I can't memorize lines, quotes or verses. For one exception, this poem. I heard it before I read it. The world's worst Poetry professor ever read it, nay performed it for us on the first day of class. Let me remind you, that I was a creative writing major at an Agricultural/Architectural hub. So, there were like 10 of us in class. It was the first day and the professor (who is still "teaching" uggh) got up and recited this to us with such passion and force, I will never forget that moment. Unfortunately, that was the best day of class.

Anywhoo without further ado:

The Lady's First Song by William Butler Yeats

I turn round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.
What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.


Ah, soothes my soul. Whats your favorite poem?

Poem-a-week 5

This little venture of mine is proving harder than I imagined....I'm out of practice of a) writing poetry and b) blogging...but I keep at it.

"Sunday I"

A rumble from the next room-
rhythmic clink and clanks lull my senses
offer me the cadence of a familiar song or praise.

The clink and clanks change,
pricking my ears.
The rhythm quickens,
then disappears
only to fall back into line for a few more moments
soothing me again.

Abruptly, the buzzer sounds.
I go
open the door and remove the contents.
Buttons hot.
A sock still damp as it was turned into itself
perhaps, the heat was too intense for the sock?

A mash of arms, legs, waists and torsos
shaken out onto the bed.
They wait to be lined up,
put away
worn again.

Next Sunday,
next laundry day-
the rumble will begin again.

Poem-a-week 4

Crap, I forgot to post this yesterday, although I did have it composed.

It's an ode..an ode to my toe:

I can not walk or run
I can't hike or bike
All activities I think fun
all the sports I really like.

My toe slows me down
I have to put all pressure on my heel
Making it hard to get around
walking, standing, crouching or kneel.

All my fun in the sun
is now limited to sitting
I miss my morning runs
and how my clothes were loose fitting.

I wish you well
dear toe of mine
its a matter of time
and I'll be fine.


(see I didn't promise good, just a poem!)

Poem-a-week 3

On Sunday a song from our wedding came on the radio, here is my poetic interpertation to the moment:


We sit in the car
extra 2 minutes after our arrival
hold hands
listen
I cry.

With two words
"heavenly day"
we go back to our day

We sit in the car for 2 more minutes.

Poem-a-week 2

No Ogden Nash am I, but I *really* thought I was getting a dog for Valentine's Day (I got an iPhone instead!) and so I prepared this poem about a dog.

"Joy"

A dog provides joy
all for the price of a new chew toy.

A dog will love for next to nothing
as long as you feed him something.

A dog will put a song in your heart,
and clear the room when he farts.

A dog will bring comfort when you are sad
and drive you crazy, mean and mad.

A dog will take you for a walk
and provide you with an ear to talk.

Soon I'll have a dog to love in my home
but until then I'll enjoy my iPhone.

Poem a week

Inspired by Blablover and her Picture-a-day series, I decided to start a poem-a-week.

My major in college was Creative Writing with a focus on Poetry and short-stories. Except for blogging, I have stopped writing. After an email exchange with Jenn about her having to write a poem, I exclaimed (via email) "writing poetry is easy!". She challenged me to write a poem about Ramen, so I did. And this will be my first poem.

So here's the deal: every Sunday I'll post a poem. I do not promise good poetry, just one new poem writen by me a week. Like Jenn's challenge about Ramen, I will take requests. So with out further ado:

Patiently I wait for the two cups to bubble

CRACK! -break the nest of noodles,

awaiting their turn

CRACK! -break the egg,

prepared to be poached.

Time has come for the parts to become one

...into the water the drop

one by one

noodles

seasoning

egg

Two minutes time, my lunch is prepared.