Today, I’d like to challenge you to dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of your poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.
These words that I write, are all I have
they are my weapon of choice and my armour too
when life resembles a battlefield
one cannot remain a mere spectator
so, they are not meant to entertain you
if you seek entertainment
go watch a movie or catch a tv show
my words here, written in blood
that courses like lava through my veins
wrought at the altar of sacrificed bravehearts
and the graves of innocent lives
should startle you, make you sit up
and shake off your slumber
how long can you hide
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The mesquite tree outside my window is flourishing. In a matter of weeks, it has gone from skeletal gnarled limbs to a lush spring green haven for the hordes of birds.
I gaze at it for hours and sometimes, in the luminous sunlit haze, I imagine it growing before my eyes.
quivering delicate leaves-
Author’s Note:Today is the halfway point in this year’s NaPoWriMo. Toni is hosting at the garden and has asked us to write a haibun of 44 – to 150 words of some event in your life – a love gone wrong, birth of a child, a daily walk, a day out of a vacation…anything will work! Remember: haibun are based on a true experience in your life; it is NOT flash fiction. I chose to write about a tree in my front yard that has come to…
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She was a child of the faeries
Raised beside a pond
Where reeds and cattails grew
She could fly
And had the strength of ten men
She grew up riding unicorns
And often raced the dragonflies
Her kisses were all magical
And her touch electrifying
She loved to read and play guitar
Her voice was so angelic
No one knows what happened
On that stormy summer night
But the faerie queen had disappeared
So if you are ever in the woods
And you hear an angel sing
Stand your ground
Blink 3 times
And she will live again
~The Tennessee Poet~
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She wakes to walk the streets at dawn
the sky dresses in purples, reds, and golds
Examining the empty storefronts, she wonders What will become of this day
the stillness of the space brings comfort
She addresses the blackbirds and says today will be kind
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Do I ever cross your mind….anytime? Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?There’s a place that I know, where I have my own little seat. Without you I am in it, it’s a place called complete.
You are my total concentration, when I lose the ability to think. When my poetic heart stops beating, you are the blood that pumps the ink.
You are the true love I believe in, the inspiration that I feel. Without you the Ocean of Ode is empty, you are the poetry that I spill.
We’ve cried tears to quench our thirst, right eye pleasure left eye pain. Our burning hearts provided the spark, your love and passion started the flame.
The fields were saturated with our sensuous romance, as our bodies became one in the same team. Fire spread and set it ablaze, turning our desire for one another into a…
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