Big Tent Poetry, gong poetry, Poetry

day 3.soaring

over at big tent poetry there’s a new ongoing prompt called gong poetry and we’re in day 3 of 7. new to you is pick a poet that’s new, pick a line and write… or something very close to that…

today i pick lorine neidecker. another new poet who writes with a way that woos me close.. the poem i picked doesn’t have a title, and is very small and buoyant so i included it in today’s post…the link for more poems and info is attached to her name.

In moonlight lies
the river passing—
it’s not quiet
and it’s not laughing.

I’m not young
and I’m not free
but I’ve a house of my own
by a willow tree.

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there’s a young willow tree
gaining strength growing tall
just outside my window

tough little tree beginning to
conceive a small crowd of
drooping fluttering branches that
sway so readily when the
wispy winds of autumn appear

another year passes and i only
notice because of the shadow
from the young willow tree
growing tall just outside my window

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day 2.floating

day 2. poetry gong. new to you. go to big tent poetry and read all about it.

a BOAT beneath a sunny sky, lewis carroll. one of my favorite writers, is the author of this wonderful acrostic poem. It is also the first line of the poem of which I am using as my first line. there is so much wonder in carroll’s poem have always been fascinated by his ode to alice, his wife… though i wanted to attempt an acrostic there just wasn’t enough time. day 2 and enjoying every minute of it.

a boat beneath a sunny sky
liaison lazy along  the sea
now a gentle breeze
adieu destination bound

the waves lap lightly
tending the way
while none occupants notice
the direction nor care

they sit and stare
touch and sigh
enjoy the sway and song

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Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

day 1. free fall

big tent poetry no 1 poetry gong event new to you. 7 days of writing and posting a new poem. [be sure to visit and check out the latest challenge in detail, you will be glad you did]

new to you day 1. searching the web for a new poet, i was over at poets.org cruising the alleys of authors and this popped up twice. caught my eye the first time but didn’t click the mouse, 2nd time, chose not to temp the stars and clicked… soooo glad i did… awesome poet, naomi shihab nye, title is san antonio. the first line below in italics is what i chose from her poem. i wanted to create a world that is exactly the opposite of what naomi portrayed in her poem.

It was then I felt
the highways slide out of my hands.

backtracking the footprints
unbound emancipation
the spin of wheels turning

slamming the door
the cool wind pressed hard
against my just exposed heart

turning away i
walked into the small store
and waited ten minutes

and the world began anew
patiently waiting for
me to breathe

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