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A call to all poets … (that’s every one). Please come and join me here and share your poetry … any subject or theme, style, form, rhyme, rhythm or blank verse. Bring out your inner poet and write a few words … and post it here. 🙂
Here’s one from me … just been given feedback from the marvelous Janice Marriott … and she has given me the courage to post it here. It is a shortened version of an erotic poem I wrote a while back … cut down to 20 lines which is the limit for our poetry assignments. I think in many ways it is a better poem now … what do you think?
Sea Goddess
Sand disappears in rivulets
Beneath her sun-drenched legs,
As she exhales, inhales, exhales;
Deep in meditation.She digs her toes into the ocean floor
And slowly moves her hips. Circles
Rhythmically, as if orbiting the sun;
Dips into her purse with salty fingers.An intake of breath. She moves again.
Her pulse quickening as the rising tide
Fingers her hidden crevices, hissing
And spitting like molten lava.A final thrust of the hips, she dissolves
In a flurry of frothing surf.
A long shuddering breath. A satisfied sigh.
Her body sated. Her mind at rest.
Awakened to her aloneness,
She curls into the empty shell of herself,
And listens.
Listens to the ocean whispering her name.Mandy Edwards © 2017
Thank you, Janice for this poem.
From: And Now Goodbye
Poetry is with us from the start.
Like loving,
like hunger, like the plague, like war.
At times my verses were embarrassingly foolish.But I made no excuses.
I believe that seeking beautiful words
is better
than killing and murdering.Jaroslav Seifert (translated).
PS: for those editors out there, the last stanza in my poem, Sea Goddess, should have been broken up into two stanzas of four. Didn’t come out correctly when I copied and pasted.
This poem needed a stronger ending according to my tutor.
I have changed the last line a bit.
Is it a strong enough ending now?Lonely Bay
Why are you named so, Lonely Bay?
Alone perhaps, but lonely, Nay!How could this be? You have the sea,
And all that’s wild and all that’s free.Just feast your eyes upon the sky,
As battered clouds go racing by.And listen to the throaty roar,
Of rollers breaking on your shore.Perhaps it’s I who’s feeling blue,
My mind projected in the view.But why this be, I cannot say,
And turn my back on Lonely Bay.Mandy Edwards (c) 2017
Assignment 7: Write a Villanelle.
Cock a doodle doo.
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head,
It’s three in the morning and its dark outside,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.Three-thirty comes as I wriggle in bed,
The rain pelts down; all sleep is denied.
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my headThere’s nothing to do, my book is read,
It’s four in the morning and hope has died,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.The cat is purring and its fur has shed,
My nose starts to tickle; the clock ticks, “Five,”
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head.Five bloody thirty, all sleep has fled,
I’ve cursed all the pleasures of the country side,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.“It’s six. Rise and shine,” the old man said,
He’s stone deaf and all bushy eyed.
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.Mandy Edwards © 2017
You know, David, I have moments of incredible enthusiasm and think that my poetry is back … and then, nothing. Maybe I have already been there done that. At the moment I am focused on fitness and I am only writing this because I have a cough and can’t bring myself to go running. I wish a poem would magically appear in this moment. 🙂
A walking meditation
I went for a date with Spirit,
Beneath a starry sky,
She led me through the darkness,
Her beauty rent me shy.Gilded by the crescent moon,
Dressed in a glittering gown,
She filled my soul with wonder,
Her breath the merest sound.I heard her tinkling laughter,
As she slipped into the tide,
And though I lost her in the shadows,
She left her fragrance deep inside.Mandy Edwards (c) 2018
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