Writing Practice for Fun… I Think…

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Not sure if you’ve noticed, but poetry isn’t exactly my forte.  It’s a writing form that I throw my hand into every now and then.  Some attempts have been successful enough (to me) while others I want to hide under a stack of papers and hope they disappear forever.

I’ve been re-involving myself in the process of writing on paper (gasp) for ten minutes first thing in the day to get the creativity flowing.  All in the pursuit of ‘a writing practice’ while I push through on book four of the Matilda series. For some reason, I decided that poetry would be my short-form practice during the month of November.

While in the midst of NanoWriMo, a short-form story type would do the trick.  What better way to get the ole noggin juices flowing and not get locked into / excited about / a different storyline, right?  And why not choose a format that I wanted to work on anyway?  Sounds all great and logical, doesn’t it?

So I thought, too.  I have enjoyed writing in the various poem formats and had forgotten there were so many.  But I have a confession to make.  Poetry is hard for me, especially first thing in the morning.  Before breakfast.  Before that first cup of coffee.  Eesh! It has an extra level to it that my brain doesn’t want to figure out right off the bat.  Oh yeah, structure.

You see with a story, the first draft can sometimes be a heaping pile of word vomit, but you can dig out the shiny candy-like marble of goodness and build on that.  Poetry, on the other hand, feels (to me) like the first draft is all in your head and you have to edit from thought before it hits the paper.

I find that exceedingly difficult to do!  Makes me wonder if I bit off more than I can chew.  I mean, I did choose to work on poetry because it isn’t easy for me.  And to be honest, it has become more problematic.  Yesterday alone was a fight to the bitter end.  And today?  Well, today was quick and autobiographical.  Made me a wee bit sad, too.

Anyway, I will continue to struggle my way through my self-given task and hope for the best.  Who knows, maybe I’m just doing it wrong.  Or I haven’t found what works for me.

Or maybe, just maybe, I should wait until after that first cup of coffee.  Yeah, maybe that.

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Echoes of Reverie

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When I was small

I would look up into the night sky

And dream of a way off this rock

When I was a teen

The shuttle exploded and all was lost

But still, I dreamed of taking flight

When I was a young man

We made movies of traveling the stars

As close as my dreams could take me

Now that I am old

Stories in space flow from my hand

And yet still, I dream of a way off this rock

 

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Nursing the Rhymes

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“Has anyone heard the tale

Of the vegetable heist that failed?”

Asked the bear near the door

On the farm near the shore

Deep in the hidden dale.

The fable is short and sweet

Some say it’s a little offbeat.

“Is the story a riddle?”

Asked the cat with the fiddle

And pounced without missing a beat.

“It’s happening right now!”

Cawed the crow near the plow.

She hopped to a sack

And gave it a whack

And carrots fell out by the cow.

“The thief is around!”

Squealed the pig with a frown.

As she looked to and fro

She tripped on the hoe

And suffered a blow to her crown.

“Who could it be?”

Asked the wily donkey

As he wiggled his mane

Which jingled his chain

That looped around the old oak tree.

“Oh goodness, oh Goddy!

I could use a hot toddy,”

cried the rabbit with no head

Who thought he was dead

but had only misplaced his body.

“Was it you?” asked the bear

with nary a care

“If we look at the clue

It could be only you.”

and that was the end of the affair.

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A Quintet of Triolets about the Toilet (This Aint no Christmas Carol)

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Toilets in Japan are dangerous, please be aware

If you’re not careful, three spirits you’ll meet

Don’t summon the Yōkai, not even on a dare

Toilets in Japan are dangerous, please be aware

If the door swings open, it’s too late to retreat

Toilets in Japan are dangerous, please be aware

If you’re not careful, three spirits you’ll meet

 

Pale young girl in an old red dress

Hanako-san, Hanako-san, are you there?

Third stall to the left is where she’ll coalesce

Pale young girl in an old red dress

Drag you to hell or dismember you there

Pale young girl in an old red dress

Hanako-san, Hanako-san, are you there?

 

Have you seen my legs? Teke-Teke asks from the floor

The woman stands on her hands with no lower half

She waits as she watches from under the door

Have you seen my legs? Teke-Teke asks from the floor

Answer wrong and she’ll cut you in half

Have you seen my legs? Teke-Teke asks from the floor

The woman stands on her hands with no lower half

 

Red paper or blue is the option that he’ll state

Ako Manto, masked and adorned in a long red cape

Choose blue and you’ll be strangled ‘til you suffocate

Red paper or blue is the option that he’ll state

Red and your back is flayed ‘til it hangs like a drape

Red paper or blue is the option that he’ll state

Ako Manto, masked and adorned in a long red cape

 

Bathrooms in Japan are dangerous, you have been warned

The lesson is simple, do your business at home

Killed by a ghost, a ghost you’ll be reborn

Bathrooms in Japan are dangerous, you have been warned

Don’t become an angry soul left to wander and roam

Bathrooms in Japan are dangerous, you have been warned

The lesson is simple, do your business at home

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Ode to Dancer, Steel of My Hand

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O’ blade of steel and simple grip of wood

extension of my being and joy of my heart.

Block, parry and thrust and parry again

as the air is cut.

Loud! Echoes the rasp of edge against edge

Contact broken with a simple twitch of the wrist.

Glint of metal as the blade snaps down

saved by guard of filigree.

Lightning Fast!  Your sharpened point whips out

Parried out but circling in tight.

Riposte explosion of speed and beauty

My opponent laid out.

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Choices Laid Bear

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Little girl ghost with the raggedy bear

Where do you wish to go?

They say there are two directions

One up and one below.

~*~

I couldn’t leave ole raggedy bear

Where would he get to stay?

I love him so much and he needs me here

How could I go away?

~*~

Run little girl and leave me behind

Raggedy bear spoke in a voice that was gruff

This man is wicked and a danger to you

I won’t stop loving and your love for me is enough

~*~

I am no danger to you, little girl

I only offer a choice

You can come and stay with me

It only needs be said with your voice

~*~

Run little girl ghost

Run while you can

I will stay and fight for your soul

From this very dangerous man

~*~

I will stay with you dangerous man

If you let my little girl go free

I couldn’t follow her anyway

I can learn to love even you, I guarantee

~*~

I am a lonely man, raggedy bear

I would be pleased if you stayed

Trapped between realms is a lonely place

Sometimes I grow afraid

~*~

Raggedy bear leapt and wrapped the man in an embrace

Little girl ghost disappeared in a puff

A smile lit upon her lips as she faded away

Knowing that ole raggedy bear had love enough

 

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