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Attracted to your light

I am attracted to your light

Like a moth to a flame

A shining beacon held tight

That I cant penetrate

I feel your spirit near me

So tantalising close

I let my essence flow free

 so we mingle close

As we dance the air dreamy

our essence entwined

We share so deeply

It cant be defined

Our bodies are longing

 our souls find a way

To bridge times crossing

For our minds to hold sway

Without ever touching you

I find myself drawn

To  the part thats so true

Though it has no form

Though you will never be mine

In a tangible way

My heart is a shrine

Where you can stay

I am attracted to your light

Made up words

We all use our own version of words from time to time like thingamajig, moster,

Snart when you sneeze and fart at the same time.

Squitch to rummage around

Textpectation

Hiberdating…when somebody ignores friends because they are dating

Ambitchious..striving to be more than your normal bitch! 

Smurry

Ee. Cummings used them in his poetry he used everyday words combined together to make new words. 

 his weird and wonderful compounds include  “cloud-gloss”, “swordgreat”, “swiftlyenormous”. “Mostness.”

Do you have words like this that you love / use. Please share in the comments section below. 

The loop poem.

Loop Poem

 Loosely, a loop poem can pertain to any type of poem, there is no rules on length or rhyme or meter, only that for each stanza or verse, the last word of a line becomes the first word of the next line and the last word of that line becomes the first word of the following line, and the pattern repeats until the last line where the final word will be the first line of the poem. 

Patterns are repeated

 repeated within loops

 loops that keep repeating

 repeating all these patterns.

My first attempt.

Adventure such an abstract concept,word

word of power, causes varying visions in the mind,

Mind working, forming patterns, emotions,

Emotions of happiness, or apprehension,

Apprehension, exhilaration, delight or

or disbelief, we all react differently to the concept Adventure. 

Anyone care to try this form?

Acrostic…..Adventure

Are you familiar with the Acrostic poem? Where you write a word vertically down a page and fit an apposite word or sentence  for each line? 

Acrostic Style – This is a poem that is constructed in such a way that the first letter of each 

line can be compiled together to spell one or more words. They may often be the same as 

the title. 

This example is particularly clever it begins and ends with Stroud, 

by Paul Hansford – 

Set among hills in the midst of five valleyS, 

This peaceful little market town we inhabiT

Refuses (vociferously!) to be a conformeR. 

Once home of the cloth it gave its name tO, 

Uphill and down again its streets lead yoU. 

Despite its faults it leaves us all charmeD.

Here is a one ended acrostic for adventure. 

Adventure

Addictive activity

Danger beckoning

Voyage into new territory

Extreme excitement

Navigating new pathways

Thrill seeking comes in different colours

Unlimited opportunities

Risk or risk averse there are opportunities to 

Experience adventure.

Any one care to try one in the comments section or challenge me to do a different one?

Footnote

Hot sun, running fast , dry throat

sweating,  panting, heavy slope,

On the brink

 of decline,

Dive into a vat

 of  wine,

Now trying to stay afloat,

Running from life.

 Footnote

Lines in poetry and found poems!

Poetry is made up of lines and stanzas….in prose it would be sentences and paragraphs.

So what is the difference between the poetry and prose variations? Don’t they do the same job? ….Well not exactly 

The line is a unit of words typically written to have a specific effect…such as a line break …a pause, a rhythmn, a highlight, a shape.

Lines come in different lengths and those lengths can add different meanings, emotions and rhythmn to the poem.

The line in a poem is not usually the width of the paper as in prose, but ends where the poet wants it to.

The use of the lines and the white space around them is very much part of the poetic effect. 

So when reading a poem it is good to look at where the line breaks are, consider what meanings the white space may have on the overall meaning of the poem. 

Lines tend to be grouped together to form verses or stanzas and this will vary depending on the poetic form the poet is following.

Line breaks in poetry are not necessarily punctuated so can act like a rest in music

The type if effects that can be produced by a line break are:

• Very short lines – doubt, suspense, tension • Irregular lines – sudden rhythm conveys anger or indifference • Short sentences – nervous energy • Short lines and broken syntax — forces reader to pay attention and focus on fragments • Harsh lines – dramatize meaning • Rough lines – physical effect • Enjambment – ending a line in the middle of a thought forces the reader to pay attention to that last word in the line because it is important to the theme. 

So lines and line breaks are a powerful tool for the poet. 

When reading a poem its important to honour the line breaks they are put there for a reason.

Thinking of line breaks it is interesting to take a piece of prose and turn it into what is called a Found poem. So chop the prose up into smaller lines trying to add dramatic impact, rythmn, highlight the tension etc.

Here is an example. 

 Extract from Gone Girl.

I began running, bellowing her name. Through the kitchen, where a kettle was burning, down to the basement, where the guest room stood empty, and then out the back door. I pounded across our yard onto the slender boat deck leading out over the river. I peeked over the side to see if she was in our rowboat, where I had found her one day, tethered to the dock, rocking in the water, her face to the sun, eyes closed, and as I’d peered down into the dazzling reflections of the river, at her beautiful, still face, she’d suddenly opened her blue eyes and said nothing to me, and I’d said nothing back and gone into the house alone. ‘Amy!’ She wasn’t on the water, she wasn’t in the house. Amy was not there. Amy was gone.

Found Poem.

I began running, 

          bellowing

             her name. 

Through the kitchen,

 where a kettle

          was burning, 

down to the basement, where

 the guest room 

stood empty, and 

     then out 

the back door.

 I pounded across

      our yard onto

 the slender 

    boat deck

 leading out 

over the river.

 I 

 peeked 

    over

 the side

 to see 

if she was in our

 rowboat, 

Where I had

found her

    one day,

 tethered 

to the dock,

       rocking 

in the 

        water,

 her face to the sun, 

            eyes closed, and 

as I’d peered down 

      into 

the dazzling reflections 

of the river.

 At her beautiful, 

still face,

       she’d

           suddenly 

                opened

 her

          blue eyes

 and said

        nothing

 to me, and

 I’d said 

           nothing

 back

 and gone 

into the house alone.

 ‘Amy!’ 

    She wasn’t 

          on the water, 

she wasn’t

    in the house. 

Amy was

            not there. 

Amy

      was 

               gone.

Would you have arranged that differently? Tell me how you see the lines. 

What do you think of the effects? 

Release Party Adventure Askew Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/events/1419994704746272/?ti=as

Please come and join the event, games, prizes, chance to contribute.

I am doing a live hour 10.00 am CST Come and join me for a chat or drop in on one of the other sessions.

I am going to be talking poetry and setting some challenges.

Holding dreams

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Secret Desires

Embraced so tight, cheeks ablush 

Look in your eyes, words superfluous

 Tingling touch, that tantalises

Aching anticipation, fantasises

Sinfully delicious, mad seduction

Feels a natural construction.

 

Opening up my secret desires

Heart strings plucked, lust conspires

Panting passion, pleasure plea

Yearning yields, guarantee 

Melting core, trying to function

Over whelmed, imperative compunction