NaPoWriMo Poetic Form Challenge 29/30: Freestyle Fridays

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Heron
great
blue
heron’s
silhouette
shimmers on the pond
fish scatter to escape breakfast

©Jone Rush MacCulloch

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NaPoWriMo Poetic Form Challenge 28/30: Tanka Thursdays

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fifty railroad cars
contain root vegetables
stored in this cellar
forgotten lives abandoned
relocated internees

©Jone Rush MacCulloch

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NaPoWriMo Poetic Form Challenge 27/30: Word Wednesdays

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Today’s word is SPIRAL.  I am taking it from Mary Lee Hahn’s line in the 2016 Progressive Poem found HERE.

I love the ZENO form. J. Patrick Lewis created the “zeno” poetry form. It’s a 10-line verse form with a repeating syllable count of 8,4,2,1,4,2,1,4,2,1. The rhyme scheme is abcdefdghd.

Bee Zeno

The morning walk in the canyon
honeybees buzz,
spiral
dive,
gather pollen
for the
hive
blissful workers
strive to
thrive

©Jone Rush MacCulloch

 

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo Poetic Form Challenge 26/30: Take-a-Line Tuesdays

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I’ve been reading some poetry of Wistawa Szmborska.  So today’s line is from her poem, “Golden Anniversary”: One day the answer came before the question

One day the answer came before the question
in the middle of math
the student in the back of the room
raises their hand
the student who shuffles into class late
raises their hand
We’d been puzzling over prime numbers
and square roots
We could plant carrots and potatoes
to help with hunger.

©Jone Rush MacCulloch

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It’s Tuesday, time to share our slices at Two Writing Teachers.

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NaPoWriMo Poetic Form Challenge 25/30: Mystery Mondays

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monday mystery
clam shell or butterfly wings
fly away spirit

©jone rush macculloch

 

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NaPoWriMo Poetic Form Challenge 24/30: Scribble Sundays

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When I was at the writing retreat earlier this month, I wrote two sestinas.  The first one is HERE.  I like this description from a writer friend, “it’s like writing a marathon.”  Yep.  It is and such a puzzle.

What I have discovered is that it’s almost story like when you’re done.  And I no doubt will play with this form more in the future.

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From my writing journal.  This is the first draft.  Here is the revision:

My Life with Books

My world can’t have too many books
I was born into a life of stories
My summers spent at libraries
Books held mysteries and discoveries.
Written words paved the way to adventures
Some days I wanted to crawl into the pages

It only took a good hook on the first pages
Every family vacation required a stack of books
Fairy tales and mysteries and fantastical adventures
At times, I stayed inside the stories
as they led me down the path of discoveries
I was always found at my other home, libraries

My life preserver was in the rooms of libraries
My solace located only in the pages
My world exploded in a myriad of discoveries
in my prized possession of my books
My gift to others was telling stories
as I continued my daily routines of adventures

My mother taught me to value adventures
My grandmother brought me to libraries
My truth was in telling my stories
with many mysteries in the pages
I cried at the burning of all the books
My town ignored such inexplicable discoveries

My journey followed the unsolved discoveries
My path filled with abounding adventures
My gifts were always the giving of books
Sometimes leaving them at libraries
with hidden messages within the pages
A secret code to unlock in the stories

My trail followed the stories
which always led to discoveries
But what if we missed the signs in the pages
or what if we lost the adventures?
We can make our way to the libraries
and find them again in books

I memorized the stories on the pages
of the books that held discoveries
in the libraries full of adventures.

©Jone Rush MacCulloch

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NaPoWriMo Poetic Form Challenge 23/30: Shadorma Saturdays

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morning walk
on the gravel road
climbing vine
entwined in
the old window of childhood
where grandma once lived

©Jone Rush MacCulloch, 2016

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