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...Ray, I expanded my Express It in Eight poem to be a little longer for the Shadows and Light contest.
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| I joined the Poet's Place, and I'm still greedily lapping up all the fun poems and wealth of advice over in that forum. This week's form is the alouette, a French poetry form that's rather involved. (Why are the French forms so difficult?!) Unfortunately, I have a feeling this one will make Ray Scrivener Christmas Commerce Twinkle, snowy lights, bare trees glimmer bright, reveal rivers of down coats. Patter, footsteps, thrum, like drummer boy’s pum, under carols’ airy notes. Misty, spectral puffs, framed by fuzzed earmuffs, frosts fog on toy shop windows. Billows of warm air result in murmured prayer as revolving doors spin, close. Glowing gazes explore, roam throughout the store, come to rest on perfect gifts. Imagine glad face, a loved one’s embrace, this symbol of care uplifts. Alouette 6 lines per stanza 2+ stanzas Syllables: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7 Rhyme: a, a, b, c, c, b Generally accented on third syllable of each line |
| The prompt in Express It in Eight today was a song. I LOVE music prompts. This one made me think of surfing... :) My gaze brushes the edges of distant surf, inklings of coming joy curl dark corners of licked lips. Eyes exhilarate as soft velcro chafes excited ankles. Starting forward, tight fingers grip smooth, rounded board. Reassuring chill of briny water splashes churning shins, incoming waves slap high fives against tanned hips. Leaning forward, I kerplunk into cool pleasure. Swimming toward curls in the sea, all is right. |