#OnRepeat: I am a missing planet


I am a missing planet
You know me from my orbit
From my effect on others
the way I make them spin off centre
moving in marvelous ways
Unseen treasure crossing your sky
Think on where I am not
then you will know where I’ll be
Expect me when you see me
I’m waiting to be discovered

Every day with a “Why?” in it! (Freewriting)


Sunday afternoon -The dark tea time of the soul (h/t Douglas Adams) Let the random ruminations begin!

Hugo stared at the wall daring it to be anything but what it was. Unyielding, unchanging, uninteresting. It did not alter or shift. Neither did the Djinn rune written in an ink no pure human could read.

Library.

There was no option but to do this the Djinn way. He felt his body undulate and lose weight. It felt like falling asleep but not nearly as comforting.  Anyone lucky or unlucky enough to have been watching him at that moment would have seen him appear to fade into near nothingness, a ghost image. That ghost then appeared to walk through the wall. 

The manner of why this can be is quite tedious to explain.

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This Love. Take It!


Thank you Heid and Juliet, for nominating me for the challenge of sharing “Love” with an axiom of ten lines. The rules are to:

  • only use four words in each sentence
  • each sentence to include the word “love”
  • to give my favourite quote on love
  • and to nominate other bloggers to share the love

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Writing 201: Future – What Took You So Long?


“Could it be our last prompt word of Writing 201: Poetry? Already?! Let’s keep our spirits up by focusing on whatever it is that’s coming next. Whether it’s about tomorrow, next October, or the year 2345, let today’s poem be inspired by your vision of the future. (Fears, hopes, and plans are equally acceptable, of course. So are robots and hoverboards.)

You didn’t think we’d end a poetry course without a single word on (arguably) the most iconic form of them all — the sonnet? From Petrarch to Shakespeare to Lorca to Heaney, it’s a form that’s has endured dozens of vogues, backlashes, and comebacks — it will bury us all. It will outlive the cockroaches.

In some ways, the sonnet is easy: you get 14 lines of verse, usually grouped into four stanzas of 4-4-3-3 lines each (alternatively: two groupings of eight and six lines, respectively). Sonnets used to be written in metered verse (like alexandrines in French and iambic pentameter in English, for example), but many modern poets forego the meter altogether, or at least don’t use it consistently. Sonnets also tended to be written using any number of established rhyming schemes (for example, Shakespeare’s abab cdcd efef gg), but that, too, is no longer a formal requirement. (If you’re a sonnet purist, or the ghost of Shakespeare, please forgive me!)

The last device we’ll explore together in this course is one of my favorites — the chiasmus (key-AHS-mus). At its simplest, a chiasmus is essentially a reversal, an inverted crossing (it got its name from the greek letter chi – X). How can we use it? Let Snoop Dogg show us the way: Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind”  https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-201-future/ ”

What Took You So Long?

I wish I was there to kiss and love you, my lover not yet kissed
and tell you you’re the coolness of my crying eyes
We could drive all night joy in our car, pretend we’re teenagers joyriding
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Writing 201: Landscape – “wetness”


“The space(s) we spend our days in have such profound effects on us. Today’s word prompt, landscape, invites you to explore your whereabouts and translate your thoughts into a poem. You could focus on the physical traits of a place you find particularly beautiful, or on the way you interact with your surroundings at home, on the way to work, or when you’re on holiday.

Remember that staple of kindergarden arts, the collage? Found poetry, today’s optional form, is the language-based variety. Like a blackmail letter in a sordid crime novel, a found poem is made up of words and letters others have created. It’s up to you, the poet, to find them (hence the name), extract them, and rejig them into something else: your poem. The classic way of going about the creation of a found poem is scissors and newspaper in hand: you cut out words and phrases and arrange them into your poem. You can then either snap a photo and upload it to your blog, or simply transcribe the resulting text into a new post.

There’s a lot you can do with enumeratio — today’s suggested literary device — in your poems (want to feel especially tweedy? Pronounce it ey-nu-may-RAH-tee-yo). As its name might suggest, it basically means constructing a list, a successive enumeration (duh!) of multiple elements in the same series.

“wetness”

Wetter?
You can’t look at the atmosphere
Every part of we is an ocean
Physical, moisture, intense
Increase the humidity
A lot of things are happening
Everywhere we are connected
So, this is complicated
Cause to warm
Travel to the southwest
Wetter areas become wetter

Coming decades

http://www.theguardian.com/environment/climate-consensus-97-per-cent/2015/feb/09/global-warming-is-causing-more-extreme-storms

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Writing 201: Drawer – The RIng


Sat in the drawer of my desk, useless and unused
Next to the stapler and the lidless marker, unwanted refused
Gathering dust and jammed under a ruler, my affection sill lingers
I move it to one side to get to a ballpoint, engagement ring without a finger

I wish I could say gone but not forgotten, take a sip of vanilla whey
I don’t mind I wasn’t the one you wanted, lean back a little and sway
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Writing 201: Fingers – The shock of the pen


“Sure, eyes are expressive. But there’s so much more we can do with our fingers — today’s word prompt — from opening a gift and plucking a guitar to signing words and waving goodbye. If you want to go beyond actual digits, you could write about any finger-shaped object you find interesting, or about something that comes into frequent contact with your fingers: a ring, your keyboard, a glove.

Today’s suggested form might sound like an oxymoron: the prose poem. Unlike some of the other forms we experimented with — say, the limerick — a prose poem, by definition, has no fixed rules. Whether a reader sees the prose or the poetry in it hinges on a variety of factors beyond your control.

We’ve tackled alliteration last week — the strategic repetition of consonants in close proximity to each other. Today, let’s give assonance a try. It’s the same thing, only with vowels.

Assonance is subtler than alliteration, but can have a profound cumulative effect on a poem, especially when the repeated sound resonates somehow with the topic you’re writing about.”

 (Written with Eminem’s rapping style in mind)

Today’s poem has been guest blogged on Harsh Reality!