As the day evolves
to sun to rain again,
the Artisan steps in
and brushes clouds
across blue skies—
then takes a rag
into an otherwise
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circles in silence,
emerges from dark
with its prey,
with a message:
Life is too fragile.
In the distance
a crow caws,
a dove dies.
Submitted to Monkey Man’s Sunday 160.
Photo credit: thevillager.com
Today at church
a child sang,
smiled at me,
swayed his body
to the rhythm
gazed at the boy,
rocked his old
body to the beat
smiled at me
with rheumy eyes.
Submitted to Monkey Man’s Sunday 160.
Response to Monky Man’s Sunday 160.
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First time I tried this:
Take it easy for a change.
leftovers on paper plates.
Fed the dogs–
Didn’t walk ‘em.
Now I’m tired
Write a poem
Victoria Ceretto-Slotto, 2003
Those brilliant red globes
peer out from behind floppy leaves.
A bit about the sonnet as a poetic form courtesy of Wikipedia:
The sonnet is one of several forms of lyric poetry originating in Europe. The term “sonnet” derives from the Occitan word sonet and the Italian word sonetto, both meaning “little song” or “little sound”. By the thirteenth century, it had come to signify a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme and specific structure. The conventions associated with the sonnet have evolved over its history. The writers of sonnets are sometimes referred to as “sonneteers,” although the term can be used derisively. One of the best-known sonnet writers is William Shakespeare, who wrote 154 of them (not including those that appear in his plays). A Shakespearean, or English, sonnet consists of 14 lines, each line containing ten syllables and written in iambic pentameter, in which a pattern of an unemphasized syllable followed by an emphasized syllable is repeated five times. The rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; the last two lines are a rhyming couplet. (Credit: Wikipedia)
Most often we think of sonnets as love songs. When my poetry critique group suggested writing a sonnet, I felt a bit squeamish about it until I stopped to consider the broad spectrum of “love.” Not sure how my poem would play in the traditional sense of a sonnet. If you enjoy the discipline of working with poetic forms, I encourage you to read more about the various types of sonnets and just do it…it’s fun and it’s challenging.
“Point of View” A Sonnet
Ain’t nobody with a right to judge my heart,
To guess why I do the things I gotta do,
To say ‘cause I walk the streets I’m just a tart.
No way they can see from my sacred point of view.
Got calluses on my feet from three-inch heels.
I stink from filthy men I’m s’pposed to please
Who with rough touches my self-worth will steal
Then toss me a crumpled bill to find release.
The haughty turn away when they pass me by.
They snicker, whisper loudly, “She’s sold her soul.”
But in my deep-part, truth reminds me why:
My body is not me, my spirit’s whole.
It’s not that I whore for drugs or my own joy.
His daddy just split. Gotta care for my little boy.
You can understand why
Nevada has its stories.
hover in the East—
ready to scoop you up
and carry you to places
For great photos of lenticular clouds check out NASA’s website.
waits for passersby
to linger in her shade.
Sierra Mountain flowers
boast of vivid hues amidst the
craggy heights and verdant valley green.
Just to the north the camp of Manzanar
speaks of troubled times and war-torn worlds.
We hesitate then drive on past,
stop for a break, admire the
snow-capped peaks, gas up then
leave before the sun
withdraws its light
and leaves us
The challenge was to write a poem about a city. Well, Lone Pine probably would never fit the city category but it’s a town that calls forth poetry. I chose to write another “Etheree”–such a fun, disciplined form. Hope you enjoy.
(Etheree: 1 syllable, increase syllable each line to 10, then back to 1. Can repeat process to add more verses.)
An artist hurls rage
onto canvas in
heavy layers of pain.
Stand close to study
the texture and
you will bleed.