Lanturne is a five-line verse shaped like a Japanese lantern-syllabic pattern of 1.2.3.4.1
Writer’s Journey
Babble Along Alone
Brooks and people babble
Artists and writers dabble
Dabble with hobbies
Dabble with life
Life satisfies
Life really hurts
Hurts so much
Hurts so little
Little pieces of me
Little pieces of you
You haunt me
You made me choose
Choose to stay
Choose to leave
Leave the way I came
Leave the bubbles
Bubbles floating
Bubbles bursting
Bursting in color
Bursting in rage
Rage filled with nonsense
Rage shutting down
Down so sad
Down underneath the soil
Soil surrounding me
Soil crushing…no air
Air intoxicating
Air musty and heavy
Heavy with wetness
Heavy and chilled
Chilled to the bone
Chilled and alone
Alone gratefully
Alone babbling
Babbling alive
Alive ©
This is a form of looped poetry where the last word is the first of the next line. I took liberties with the first two lines.
Quote
“We only begin to live when we conceive life as tragedy.”~ W.B. Yeats
A Poet I Enjoy
Come, my beloved,
consider the lilies.
We are of little faith.
We talk too much.
Put your mouthful of words away
and come with me to watch
the lilies open in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.
Let us consider the view:
a house where white clouds
decorate the muddy halls.
Oh, put away your good words
and your bad words. Spit out
your words like stones!
Come here! Come here!
Come eat my pleasant fruits.
Quote
Writing is a socially acceptable form of getting naked in public.
– Paulo Coelho
Passions Beyond Writing 3
Another pink and white baby blanket crocheted with a matching hat.
Outward Appearances
Do you ever consider what your clothing says about you? How much time do we spend fussing over how we look? I know I’m pretty laid back because I’m a blue jeans girl. My husband teases me that you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl.
I was reading poetry. Guilty, I know I do it all the time. I came across a poem by David Ignatow called Coupling. In the poem, he remarks on the importance we place on clothing. I chuckled thinking life would be a lot easier if we did all wear the same thing. In my childhood, we wore uniforms. At the time I hated it but thinking back it removed all stigmas about incomes because we all looked the same. There weren’t the obvious signs that you see in today’s world between the endowed and less endowed.
Life would be a heck of a lot easier without the stress of the perfect outward appearance, don’t you agree?
Coupling – Poem by David Ignatow ~
Against The Evidence, Selected Poems 1934-94
Against The Evidence, Selected Poems 1934-94
Wherever he looks, standing still in the city,
are people born of coupling, walking in gray suits
and ties, in long dresses and coiffed hair,
speaking elegantly, of themselves and of each other,
forgetting for the moment their origin,
perhaps wishing not to know or to remember.
They dress as if having been born in a clothing store.
They were born of men and women naked
and gyrating from the hips
and with movements up and down
and with climactic yells,
as if losing their lives
in the pleasure and so glad,
so wildly glad.
From this rises the child
from between the wet crotch, blood and mucus,
He stands upright and pronounces himself
humankind and steps from bed and clothes himself
in a gray suit and from the next room of birth
steps a woman in a long dress. They meet
in the corridor and arm in arm walk its length
in search of one room, empty of inhabitants
but prepared for them.
World Poetry Day
“World Poetry Day is on 21 March, and was declared by UNESCO (the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) in 1999. The purpose of the day is to promote the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world ‘to give fresh recognition and impetus to national, regional and international poetry movements’.”
Acrostic poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title. A twist on the acrostic is using the alphabet as the first letter of word in the line.
In this poem I’ve chosen to use the alphabet acrostic to tell you about me.
A-Z of Lyn Poem
Author of In My Shoes, My Poetic Journey from Abuse to Victory
Brilliant at times, usually in the kitchen
Crocheter, chef, I love wearing different caps
Deliberate who me, I’m an angel of sorts
Energetic daily, life is to short not to be
Fiber oh please, I am not that old
Grains a bowl of cheerios, how can you go wrong
Habitual why yes I am, guilty of loving routines
Involved in too many things at one time
Jovial usually, negativity does not suit me
Kinky I have my moments ask my spouse
Liberal indeed I am, I am very open minded.
Mom, to four wonderful children and nine awesome grandchildren
Nice that’s been said a time or two
Optimistic more often than not that would be the Irish in me
Pessimistic seldom, and If I am a good Irish whiskey will cure it
Quilter with a serious fabric stash
Reads avidly particularly history and biographies
Silent type not hardly, I am definitely opinionated
Typical never, I’m an Irish lass
Unique very so I am told
Vindictive no, in the long run it is not worth it
Wicked yes I am a Mainer
Xi fourteenth letter in Greek alphabet
Yes I play scrabble, actually very lucky at it
Zealous, I am indeed devoted to my family and friends.
Proverbial Hell
I remember talking my grandmother ‘s poor ear off. Her typical responses to my endless questions were proverbs. I didn’t understand the complexity of a proverb until I was much older. They appear, on the surface, to be gems of wisdom which have been passed down through the ages. I don’t know how many times I have nodded my head and accepted without further discussion. I still remember the day someone pointed out to the that most proverbs have an exact opposite. I felt foolish because it seemed so obvious to me. Why didn’t I note the contradictions? Do you catch yourself responding to a younger person with a proverb?
Look before you leap.
He who hesitates is lost.
Opposites attract.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Hitch your wagon to a star.
Don’t bite off more that you can chew.
Many hands make light work.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Clothes make the man.
The squeaking wheel gets the grease.
Silence is golden.
Clothes make the man.
You cannot judge a book by its cover.
If at first, you don’t succeed, try, try again.
Don’t beat your head against a stone wall.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
Don’t cross the bridge until you come to it.
Two heads are better than one.
Paddle your own canoe.
Haste makes waste.
Time waits for no man.
You’re never too old to learn.
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
A word to the wise is sufficient.
Talk is cheap.
It’s better to be safe than sorry.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.
Nice guys finish last.
All Good things come to those who wait.
Strike while the iron is hot.
Cold hands
Warm Heart
Confession is good for the heart
Let sleeping dogs lie
Many hands make light work.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
What I wouldn’t give to hear your voice again Gramma…. Irene Tenney Poupart.
If you know some other proverbs, please feel free to share.
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