Susie is inviting us to dance in the garden.Wow! We are swimming in negativity from Facebook posts to news outlets. We can’t climb out of the pit if we’re always feeding on reasons for walls. So today Toads and visitors we’re going to dance.“Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart”. Martha GrahamI actually love to dance. I feel a sense of freedom, joy, courage when I lose myself in movement to a favorite song. It is not about whether I’m good or bad at it. It is about letting go and celebrating who I am without my thoughts pulsing with negativity.Today’s challenge is to express dance through poetry. Pick a photo, a quote, video…Pick whatever inspires you. Write a new poem…Post it on Mr. Linky and visit your fellow poets to read their poetic choreography.
Susie offers the prompt at Toads today
feature photo from shutterstock
For today’s challenge I want you to write a poem from your immediate surroundings. For example where I am sitting there is a vase of flowers, silver thermos, a mailbox nameplate from my father’s mailbox, a window, a rather sickly violet, books, a clock, a tape dispenser, the whir of an air conditioner. I could go on and on. Your poem could be a combination of what you see, hear, taste, feel, just pull from the spot where you are writing.
stuffed bird sings at a squeeze
zen masters await my eye
journals of music
and poetry lie used
flowers drying in old water
display paper-like beauty
and faces of family
and colors and hope
from the wall in front
of this keyboard
drums and guitars
capos and flutes
and prayer flags
and stuff from my daughters flat
blocking the bookshelf
is every step
Another day, another poem. Today at the Garden we are prompted by Margaret.
“Poem sketching” was introduced to me years ago here at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads by Ella in 2012. HERE is a link to that challenge and a fine description of how to create a word list.
When I have “writer’s block” I use my own version of a “word list” – I write down words that apply to a photo(s) I have taken – what I see in the photos and the feelings and memories they evoke. I will write down anywhere from 10 – 20 words and then I will get out my thesaurus and search for “richer” word choices. “Alabaster” is a word I found for “white” and is a favorite word of mine to this day.
Today’s challenge is for you to create and use a word list – you can use the 2012 linked challenge “rules” or use my version.
One of things I ‘struggle’ with as a writer is breadth of vocabulary. I’m not hugely well read nor was I particularly interested in ‘literature’ as a young person.
I feel very often that I am dipping my hands into an empty pot for words and am constantly running for the Thesaurus when reading the more erudite of the toads.
I think I write like I play the guitar. Simple and gutsy.
This prompt was a revelation. Just like doing crosswords can expand vocabulary so could beginning a collection of ‘word groups’ and so I thought I would dive right in.
Of course I am not a big fan of structure either so threw out the rules.
Intuition guided me to select 13 ( a baker’s dozen) words that were in my sight without looking on the pc. Books, cd’s, quotes above my desk etc
These were the words:
giant, hope, throat, falter, smile, humor, golden, skin, yearning, issue, selected, perfect, samba.
I grouped them thus: (kinda random choice)
- giant, smile, golden, perfect
- hope, falter, skin, issue
- throat, humor, selected, yearning
- samba ( this became the theme word)
I then visited my Thesaurus and began scribbling.
Here is my poem for today.
It surprised me.
behind the veil
soft and slow
that propitious touch
whirl y trance
originally written Oct 2013
This week it’s a word prompt-Treasure or Despair.
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Leaves fall from the Beech trees in Hardcastle Crags. Light from the sun enables them to dance momentarily. On the ground they are still. As is the world. It is not the same anymore. She has gone. Only her memory flickers in the passing of autumn. She was a dancer.
autumn to winter
effortlessly passing by
unlike my despair