YEARNINGS
In the orange ozone of blush desert
among slant-faced grasshoppers and lizards,
I’m dandelion disenchantment and
a hymn flickering to firefly heaven.
I’m a diamond girl in a salad bowl,
a page torn out of a landscape, a song
lamented. I am blurred nostalgia.
I am a chameleon, dreaming change.
In the tattered fog of morning glories,
tinkling silver bangles intoxicate
end entice me like hyacinth incense
from my faithful cornfield complacency,
from my straightjacket simplicity days
of middle-aged motherhooded marriage.
I become a table-dancing wildcat,
a nomad of our emerald green earth.
I become a river-riding cowgirl
and a Chinook wind unraveling snow.
I’m a capricious ramble of crooked
corridors – like I used to be in youth.
Then the quiet roar of the garage door
snaps me back to black and white prediction
of wrinkled burlap skin and silver-tipped
medium brown hair of oblivion.
*March 10, 2001*
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“POETRY” Invitation: I invite you to write a poem of any poetic form on your own blog about a particular travel destination. Or you can write about travel in general. Concentrate on any intention you set for your poetry.
In this case, I was given an assignment to write a poem that evoked a “vivid dream-like landscape.”
- Try to recreate the strangeness of a dream or nightmare, or create a surreal landscape with images that make “intuitive” sense rather than logical or literal sense.
- Impose some order (but not logical meaning) on this landscape by using a specific syllable count pattern to arrange your poem. For example, use the standard Haiku arrangement of 3 lines of 5-7-5 syllables per stanza. OR, create your own pattern. You might write in ten couplets (two line stanzas) with 10 syllables per line, for example, or in tercets (3 line stanzas) with lines 3/6/9 syllables long.
- Use assonance, alliteration, and internal rhyme to make the sound of the poem evoke a certain mood to match the landscape.
In this case I wrote 12 stanzas of non-rhyming couplets with 10 syllables per line. While couplets traditionally rhyme, not all do. Poems may use white space to mark out couplets if they do not rhyme.
I was surprised that I won second place in a poetry writing contest at Northern Virginia Community College for this poem in spring of 2001.
You can either set your own poetic intentions, or use one of the prompts I’ve listed on this page: writing prompts: poetry. (This page is a work in process). You can also include photos, of course.
Include the link in the comments below by Thursday, May 2 at 1:00 p.m. EST. When I write my post in response to this challenge on Friday, May 3, I’ll include your links in that post.
This will be an ongoing invitation, on the first Friday of each month. Feel free to jump in at any time. 🙂
I hope you’ll join in our community. I look forward to reading your posts!
the ~ wander.essence ~ community
I invite you all to settle in and read a few posts from our wandering community. I promise, you’ll be inspired. 🙂
I am traveling from April 4 to May 10. If I cannot respond to or add your links due to wi-fi problems or time constraints, please feel free to add your links in both this post and my next scheduled post. If I can’t read them when you post them, I will get to them as soon as I can. Thanks for your understanding! 🙂
Thanks to all of you who wrote poetic posts following intentions you set for yourself. 🙂
What an imagination and a great gift for words you have Cathy. I was engrossed by the feeling of the middle aged Mum breaking free and following her dream of adventure around the world. Thanks for explaining how this poetry works and, yes, I went back and every line is 10 syllables. Definitely deserved an award.
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Thanks so much Pauline. I’m glad you enjoyed my poem and could understand the feeling I had in that poem of wanting to break free. I wrote this in 2001 and Mike and I separated 6 years later. It’s strange to look back at how I felt at that time.
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It must’ve been a turbulent time for you
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More a routine and feeling-trapped time. I felt like nothing would ever change and my life would be colorless forever.
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It has been anything but colourless
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You’re so right, but at that time (when I wrote this in 2001), it felt that way. 😊
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Simply fabulous. You certainly have a way with words. A well deserved winner I would say! Hope you have arrived safely in Morocco now 🙂
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Thanks so much, Jude. We’ve been in Casablanca for two days now. We join with our tour tomorrow at 6 pm! The weather the last two days has been great. 😊😊
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Hope you are liking Casablanca. I’m afraid I took an instant dislike to the city and couldn’t wait to leave!
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I actually like it just fine although it isn’t the most interesting of cities. I’ve enjoyed walking all around. Still, the trash everywhere and the poverty get to me. We’re leaving tomorrow for Tangier and then Chefchaouen. 😊
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I think my judgement was swayed by the horrible journey we had taken to get there and the idea that Casablanca would be exotic and romantic, and it was neither.
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Terrific and evocative imagery and so powerful in its identification of what brings you to life and what matters so deeply to you even though it was written so long ago. Every poem you write I understand you more and more, and realize how fortunate I am to be your friend in real life. How I wish my mother had left me such poems so I could have understood who SHE knew s/he was when she was not taking care of her kids and my dad, before s/he got lost in her illness and was no longer was able to tell the difference between anything because there was only pain at the end. My mother is gone a year now, but my dad thank God is learning day by day for the first time in his life that he has been on his own, who he is and who he has been underneath all the responsibility now lifted. I think we forget that our parents had dreams of freedom from the shackles of responsibility no matter how delicate or expensive the binding.
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Thanks so much, friend, for your kind and thoughtful comments. This poem was all my pent up frustrations about feeling trapped and having no excitement in my life. It seemed at that time that I was so far from realizing my dreams. I’m sure your dad is having to figure out his life without your mother, a life I’m sure he didn’t want but hopefully will learn to savor. We all do have dreams, don’t we, even if our situations restrict us and make realizing them a challenge. 😊
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Excellent, I can see why you ticked all the boxes 🙂
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Thanks so much, Gilly. It was fun to write this all those years ago!
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Absolutely brilliant and it ticked all my boxes. And what a glorious feature photograph. I’ve never seen such jewelled colours all together, and not having any faces to distract makes it more striking. I’m glad you took this one of the ladies walking away from you.
Enjoy Morocco and bring back some lovely images, memories, and yourself, happy and healthy.
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Thanks so much, Mari. I’m glad you liked the photo; it was from Rishikesh, India. What a colorful country! Casablanca is good so far and the weather has been fabulous. I hope it continues to hold for the duration of our tour!
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Is there no end to your talents?
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Awww, you’re too kind, Sue! 😊
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I don’t think so!!
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😊😊😊
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I’m not at all surprised by your win. I am deliciously surprised by some of your images: “a table-dancing wildcat”; “entice me like hyacinth incense / from my faithful cornfield complacency”; “a Chinook wind unraveling snow” and so many others. Amazing imagination, Cathy
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You are so kind, Meg. I’m glad you enjoyed my images. It was a fun poem to write, but I did it so long ago! 😊
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Cathy, your first photo is gorgeous.
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