Poetry Friday Is Here!

               I'm giving a large shout-out to Laura Shovan this Poetry Friday because it's her birthday month, and this year her challenge of writing to a prompt each day is filled with sound! I've written with Laura each February since 2013 when she had us writing to picture postcards, and find myself unable to stop no matter how busy I am. It's interesting to me that most of my students insist they don't want any kind of prompt, but this year they're going to be blogging every day in March with me. Perhaps a few "ideas" will suddenly become helpful. 
             I love poetry, and am rarely sure that I've written something worthy, but it gives me joy, and Laura is supportive and admiring to every one of us who share. Here are the words from her invitation: The point of this exercise is to practice the habit of writing regularly, even if it's just for one month. I post the responses as they are sent in so that we can focus on generating ideas, rather than on polishing for publication. 
             It feels good that I am able to write and contribute, and the added bonus is to read all the other marvelous poems others share. If you'd like to join in for at least a few days, check out Laura's blog, Author Amok.  A few weeks ago I also thanked other PF bloggers who host poetry challenges, and I love writing for their posts too when I can. You can read about those others I thanked here.  I learn so much by reading others' work, especially today, Poetry Friday.

          Here are two favorite poems I've written to the sound prompts from Laura. 

Feb. 3rd - sound here

Audition

He’d been sharpening

his voice all the day,

as actor after actor

auditioned.

No one made the cut.

Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

Feb. 13th - sound here

A Different Kind of Noise

No screech from eagle owls at night,

they do not need such noise,

not quite a hoot, but smallish huffs

while flying with the boys.

They’re on the prowl to dine at dark,

use eagle eyes for spying.

Their talons’ reach proves deadly quick

and means some creature’s dying.

Some fear the eagle owls at night,

and cower with their noise,

not quite a hoot those smallish huffs

while flying with the boys.

Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved

        Because it's winter, and has been quite a challenging one in the past few weeks for those in the eastern and southeastern US, and because we here in Denver are supposed to have our first 'big' snow on Saturday-12 to 18 inches (it's 60 degrees here now), I give you "sound" to warm your hearts, Billie Holiday singing "I've Got My Love To Keep You Warm". Happy Poetry Friday!

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