This week Colleen suggests we try Random word poetry. Which is something that Jane Dougherty started writing last year. Colleen said : “I think this is a great way to find inspiration, so let’s try it.
Below, I’ve generated a list of 100 random words. The idea is to read through the words, searching for a word that sparks your inspiration.
Then, choose no less than three words to use in your poem.
You can use as many words as you’d like, but at a minimum—you must use three words from the list. This is a great time to experiment with freestyle or free verse poetry (defined on the cheat sheet).
If you write a free verse or freestyle poem, please include a syllabic form to accompany it. That means you’ll write two poems. Have fun making connections between the two forms.
I chose to write an Abhanga. The Abhanga a poem in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. It is customary to title your poetry.
These are the words I chose *Rambunctious *maddening *dysfunctional * rampant *sashay *bizarre *Quicksand *unruly* hurl *walk *capricious *innocent *voyage “mayhem *push *clocks *trap *brick *carry *safe
The child
That child is maddening Rambunctious slight of hand Quicksilver and quicksand Slipping your grasp.
Unruly they hurl past Dysfunctional they say They don’t walk they sashay Lion rampant.
Capricious and bizarre They’re still an innocent Their voyage mayhem bent Still but a dream.
Don’t push them to watch clocks Don’t trap or brick them up Their spirits need such luck Carry them safe
Welcome to the daily prompt for LindaGHill’s JusJoJan! Today is your third prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Dar. Thank you, Dar! Please be sure to visit Dar’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 3rd 2023, is “solo.” Use the word “solo” any way you’d like. Have fun!
So hi Dars great prompt I like it 💜
Solo.
To be on one’s own, to be single, unaccompanied without a partner . Often being solo can be lonely but it can also be a good thing too. It can give you time and space to grow or learn to truly know yourself. You can fly solo ( that’s also a play on words) sing solo (another play on words) play solo ( ditto) dance solo and I don’t mean limbo! You can travel solo, have a solo role. Of course there is also Hans Solo. Let’s have a solo poem ☺️
How can I survive Just to be one is hard But what dosen’t kill you makes you alive . To be solo does not mean your marred. So reach for the sky and smile It’s good to be solo once in a while.
A broken body holds sway over the mind..making the being irritable and unkind. The touch of a child, the light of the sun, the kindness of strangers The scents of nature revives like seasons the road back to health can be long
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot.
This week Gail and Morgarna return to the new house and they all learn happy lessons in humanity….well in Morgarna’s case for now!
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Morgarna and Gail were sitting on the Castle wall drinking mead , “What is that smell Morgarna” “It’s the smell of the castle, body odour, urine,and animal dun all human life! “ Just then the Anomaly appeared, “Right Gail time to jump , I have had a blast” As they both jumped Gail could be heard saying ” So has my nose , it’s honks enough here to cure blocked sinuses! “
Merlin was in the kitchen making coffee when he heard Morgarna and Gail as they landed in the lab. “Coffee is on the brew” he shouted. “Oh! I could murder a cup” Gail shouted, “can I have it in the bath, this new body of mine is stinking..and I need to change my clothes, I’ve not done that for years” “Good job for you that there is more one bathroom here there was only one at the old place…as a treat you can use the big one in my room. Just this once mind and you can use any of my potions they are all safe …ish” Morgarna ended on a grin. Gail didn’t need telling twice she was off and running up the stairs with the mug of coffee Merlin had handed her.
Morgarna had her bath and washed her hair reluctantly, how strange she thought how much she missed those dark and dirty days of cold draughty castles ….
“That was uncharacteristicly kind of you to let Gail use your bathroom and potions…are you sure they’re safe babes? ” Merlin asked as Morgarna joined him in the sunny living room…”How did she do” Morgarna lit a cigarette and poured herself a large Shiraz and relaxed. “She was amazing we met her David, she and he thrashed out the whole story he didn’t know all of it. She helped him by showing she was at peace now, and he told her about his life with May. We even met one of the grandchildren, well I did.” Morgarna paused to take a sip of her wine. ” Gail convinced Dave that suicide was not the answer and if he’d killed himself and one of his family had found him it would of been as painful as what had happened to him.” “So it went well then ?” Merlin asked. “Yup Merls it did and with a little help from me” she waved her hand, ” I think everyone is at peace with the past. Then I took Gail back to our time where she had a good time…even had some fun with Garth, you know the Blacksmith..” Morgarna winked. Merlin’s face lit up, “Indeed I do..and that means Gail’s body works well…good for her …good old Garth… perhaps she can learn there’s good in life….even if it’s post mortem “ Morgarna nearly choked on her Shiraz , “Bloody hell Merls are we becoming sensitive…dare I say more human….” They both erupted into laughter.
Fledgeling – Image by KL Caley
Outside in the garden Gail was enjoying the warmth of the sun, clean clothes and a really welcome feeling of piece. She heard Morgarna and Merlin laughing and she felt really happy…. Almost as happy as she was on her seventeenth birthday, she put her hand to her neck and held the locket. Just then she heard a little tweeting and flutter of wings. Following the sound she found a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot. “Hello little one’ she said. “Don’t be afraid, have you lost your way? I know how that feels but with help from kind people you can get back, well almost to where you should be. ” She bent down and looked at the little chap who seemed to be listening to her every word she was saying. Gail sat by the flower pot chatting to the fledgling until the light began to fade . Just when Gail began to think she’d have to sit here all night the little chap came out of the flowerpot in answer to a call from the tree opposite.. his mother was calling him in to roost…. After his second attempt he took off and disappeared with his mum. Gail sat there and felt tears on her cheeks. Oh! tears she thought for the second time that week after years of none…these though we’re tears of joy.
“Gail, Gail where are you? ” Morgarna was calling from the kitchen door. “Merlin wants to take us out for dinner and he’s paying you can choose where we are eating! “ Gail took a deep breath wiped her heavily made up eyes and smiled! “Steak ” she shouted, “I fancy steak” as she ran back to the house like a fledgling to her parents !
When we are young we rush and race. No time to watch the flowers grow Or count raindrops as down they flow. Everything was done at fast pace We had style and we had such grace. Then as we age we slow right down . Our efforts to catch time a frown You’d think that over time we’d learn But no we simply crash and burn We try to fly but slowly drown.
This week you have a choice. You can write about the #Theme of Thanksgiving (thankful, grateful, family, etc. whatever that word means to you)
OR
here are your two words for this week:
“End & Hurry”
Hopefully they travelled Across the Atlantic Ocean Praying for safe delivery Pleased at first sight of land Yearning for all they had left behind Thankful to be safely delivered Hopeful of a brave new world Aching in soul and body No one shirked their duties Kindred spirits they worked together Spring, Summer and Autumn brought their hardships Giving thanks to their God Indians watched them from afar Vainly struggling in a hostile world In fear they struggled but Never giving up they reached harvest God saw them through and they gave thanks.
So as I did an Acrostic poem which is not within our remit so here is a Tanka. A synonymous Tanka not using the words End and Hurry.
Thanksgiving Tanka It comes to a close The year gently closing down Only to speed up Thanksgiving with family It all ends so happily.
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