Happy to see this week’s Photo Challenge

While participating in the WordPress poetry challenges, I thought to write a sonnet.

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__________________ whispering

__________________ mistake

__________________ branches

__________________ lake.

__________________ remember

__________________veins

__________________ silvery

__________________ remains

This is an exercise for a narrative poem, a sonnet, which while often a child’s exercise does herald fare with the sophistication of Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven, also available on the webpage I am suggesting:  http://www.creative-writing-now.com/poem-types.html

I provided a photo to add a degree of originality to my effort writing the sonnet, and today, thinking about the WordPress photo challenge this week, I recreated that same photo.

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See findingenvirons1.wordpress.com/2015/10/16/neighborhood-ballad for the original photo along with a brief sonnet.

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Writing 201: Poetry, Day Seven — Neighborhood, Ballad

Choices need be made quickly, ingeniously
The decision is the time to make haste
Months waning, the days are running
Not to see a little out there, a waste

People, in a word, are savvy, with know-how
Quickly from shade, they fade into the hour
The outdoors rears fearsome and beastly
On my own again, by my own power

I won’t be long this moment, not this play day
I can compare where I was to how I am
The claw draw of my homestead awaits me
Out there I was sensible, but I confess now… my jamDSCF8462

Fortdoom and the Haunted Keep

Fortdoom and the Haunted Keep

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As in Tolkien’s world, the elves of fabled townships Threshold and Kelven
Guard mighty Specularum from the sprawl of The Lost Valley
To the west the people are protected
Never speaking lightly of the mystery of the Haunted Keep
Where I would not tread or lead to its heights
Fortdoom is foreboding, whose power is unlike any known here

Skin Prose Poetry

Her friendship was like a needle… dancing in her eyes, a fantasy, outward she has spies, suspicious.

Telling lies she did with those saucer cups, the color sea green, as in the tide I woke, spent again and with only driftwood my companion:  some men would have cried, more delighted, tantalized by the curls of her hair, the girl’s light brown skin as expansive as the beach, briefly within reach and then gone, as if forever.  Her friendship was as real as the sunlight on the sand, and then you were banned…26D3EQZ6VU

Christmas Chocolate/A Gift

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Care that the wrapping has been sealed
Holy day with all good tidings
Ritual year after year beneath a tree
In amid the comfort of Yuletide trappings
Santa once again was here
Tongue on the sweetness, happiness forming
May not last long, but for a time
Annual holiday is marked with treasure
So many days until the next

Could have been the last bite, but not for certain
Handled by spotted digits
Oh, that this could come again tomorrow
Can I have another?
Only a little and never enough
Little by little the sweet is ate
All the same, it was a lovely moment
The gift now is gone
Eaten by the receiver, on a happy day