Showing posts with label Poem#5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem#5. Show all posts

Monday, April 4, 2016

Slicing Poetry



            I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community today.  It's the first Tuesday slice after the MARCH SLICE OF LIFE CHALLENGE. How are you doing? 
            Thanks to Stacey, Tara, Anna, Betsy, Dana, Kathleen, Beth, and Deb, we keep going!


It's also April, poetry month, and I'm attempting to write a poem every day, sometimes taking someone else's challenge, sometimes finding inspiration myself.  I'll take a break later in the week for a short trip, then will continue on.

Be sure to go here to Penny Klosterman's post at A Penny And Her Jots  for line number five of Irene Latham's Progressive Poem.

My writing since the end of the Slice of Life challenge has consisted of a few book reviews and messing around with words, for POETRY. I've been reading poetry, hoping to learn and grow as a poet, but being messy doing it is accurate.

        I've completed a challenge for another blogger today, but in between revising it, I've tried more than one topic, and rejected more than one, too. In between that writing, I've rearranged clothes, winter to spring, tried to make a list for a trip to see my son, daughter-in-law and grandson this Thursday. My mind is on finishing tasks before the trip, deciding what to pack, that terrible time when you realize that you cannot take your entire closet! I am impatient, do not like waiting for a trip. I want to just GO!
          I have April's poem # 5 to share, and a challenge for you if you'd like. I did this challenge a couple of years ago and don't remember from whose blog I got it. It is simply to write a poem that includes at least one set of homonyms, if not more. My poem is a little silly, but I tried to hold a story line. Can you find the homonyms?



Homonym Romance

Come here, oh Cinderella.
I love to hear you sing,
like birds who a cappella,
we all await the spring.

Their song awakens tiny buds.
See there the green, green bed.
Now we must wish for rainy nights.
They’re waiting to be fed.

Do not allow the aisle to pull
you to a match that magic made.
We’ll travel to a special isle.
I’ll love you. That will never fade.
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