Esther Spurrill Jones's Blog, page 28
October 23, 2013
OctPoWriMo 23 - Two Halves
October 22, 2013
OctPoWriMo 22 - Glass Clear
Distorted reflectionsFloating on glassClear waterI tilt my face toward the sunAnd breathe deep
Today's prompt.
October 21, 2013
October 20, 2013
OctPoWriMo 20 - Airplane
I flew to Mississauga today and almost forgot to write a poem. Here's a rictameter about the flight.
Airplane
Soaring so high
Above the clouds you fly
Defying weight and gravity
You leave the earth behind
And there you find
Airplane
October 19, 2013
OctPoWriMo 19 - Pumpkin Hollow
Today's prompt.
Today, we went to a local farm that does fall activities for the public. It's called Pumpkin Hollow. They have a corn maze, hay rides, etc. Today was the last day they are open this year, and they had a costume contest. My two little nieces were a frog and a bear, and my nephew was Spider-Man. We had a blast, but now we're all just wiped. I threw this poem together just before bed.
Pumpkin Hollow
Today we went to Pumpkin Hollow.
We didn’t know the way, so followed
Kendal and Robyn in their van,
With teddy, froggy, and spiderman.
We walked until our feet were sore
And then we walked a little more.
We spent too much on junky food
And yet, we all were in good moods.
The kids were having so much fun:
Yell, and laugh, and scream, and run.
We cannot wait to go again
Athough we now are in such pain.
Today, we went to a local farm that does fall activities for the public. It's called Pumpkin Hollow. They have a corn maze, hay rides, etc. Today was the last day they are open this year, and they had a costume contest. My two little nieces were a frog and a bear, and my nephew was Spider-Man. We had a blast, but now we're all just wiped. I threw this poem together just before bed.
Pumpkin Hollow
Today we went to Pumpkin Hollow.
We didn’t know the way, so followed
Kendal and Robyn in their van,
With teddy, froggy, and spiderman.
We walked until our feet were sore
And then we walked a little more.
We spent too much on junky food
And yet, we all were in good moods.
The kids were having so much fun:
Yell, and laugh, and scream, and run.
We cannot wait to go again
Athough we now are in such pain.
October 18, 2013
OctPoWriMo 18 - Only You
Today's prompt asks us to write a bad poem. That's right, a really bad poem. It's harder than it looks. I've had so many years of practising my writing, that it really goes against the grain to try to write badly. I've made an effort, and I think I did a pretty bad job of it today. What do you think?
Only You
I love you
Like Sheldon loves his spot
Like Gollum loves the Ring
Like zombies love brains
But I don’t want to sit on you
Or be controlled by you
Or eat you
You are sweet
Like candy
I don’t really like sugar
But I like you
I need you
Like I need air
And water
And food
And shelter
And clothes
And internet
And books
And I don’t really need all those things
But I need you
You are my teddy bear
But I don’t wanna chain you up
And lead you anywhere
‘Cause that’s cruel
I’m stuck on you
Stuck like glue
Like magnets, we are drawn together
You are my lucky charm
You are my talisman
But only in a non-creepy way
I only have eyes for you
No, wait
I have other things for you too
I meant to say, I have eyes for only you
You are the only one for me
Only you
Only You
I love you
Like Sheldon loves his spot
Like Gollum loves the Ring
Like zombies love brains
But I don’t want to sit on you
Or be controlled by you
Or eat you
You are sweet
Like candy
I don’t really like sugar
But I like you
I need you
Like I need air
And water
And food
And shelter
And clothes
And internet
And books
And I don’t really need all those things
But I need you
You are my teddy bear
But I don’t wanna chain you up
And lead you anywhere
‘Cause that’s cruel
I’m stuck on you
Stuck like glue
Like magnets, we are drawn together
You are my lucky charm
You are my talisman
But only in a non-creepy way
I only have eyes for you
No, wait
I have other things for you too
I meant to say, I have eyes for only you
You are the only one for me
Only you
October 17, 2013
OctPoWriMo 17 - Lord of the Rings Online
Today's prompt asks us to think about games we have played or still play. My favourite game is Lord of the Rings Online (LotRO). It's a massively multiplayer online role playing game (MMORPG) based on Tolkien's worlds of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. I wrote an English sonnet on my experiences within the vast world of LotRO.
The Last Homely House in RivendellThe Lord of the Rings Online
Through Michel Delving, on to Hobbiton,
And up the Hill to see the Party Tree—
Without a mount, it’s quite a way to run,
And rented horses certainly aren’t free.
Once I buy a horse, I ride to Bree;
Such a pretty town, though like a maze.
I play my lute outside the Prancing Pony
And wander through the twisted, winding ways.
And then, I find my way to Rivendell,
Riding through the Trollshaws’ red and gold.
My favourite place, for it is always Fall.
And then, over the Misty Mountains cold.
I speak to Gandalf, Aragorn, and Sam.
I ride with Hobbit, Elf, and Dwarf, and Man.
At the Party Tree in Hobbiton
Playing my lute in Breetown
The Last Homely House in RivendellThe Lord of the Rings OnlineThrough Michel Delving, on to Hobbiton,
And up the Hill to see the Party Tree—
Without a mount, it’s quite a way to run,
And rented horses certainly aren’t free.
Once I buy a horse, I ride to Bree;
Such a pretty town, though like a maze.
I play my lute outside the Prancing Pony
And wander through the twisted, winding ways.
And then, I find my way to Rivendell,
Riding through the Trollshaws’ red and gold.
My favourite place, for it is always Fall.
And then, over the Misty Mountains cold.
I speak to Gandalf, Aragorn, and Sam.
I ride with Hobbit, Elf, and Dwarf, and Man.
At the Party Tree in Hobbiton
Playing my lute in BreetownOctober 16, 2013
OctPoWriMo 16 - Break My Heart
Today's prompt asks for a villanelle about words we wish we'd said or "the last word." I took it in a slightly different direction.
Break My Heart
Just like well-aimed darts,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can break my heart.
Think before you start
To speak. The words you speak, you throw
Just like well-aimed darts.
Words can be great art,
Words can cause my soul to grow,
And words can break my heart.
And yet, there is a part
Of great art that should be thrown
Just like well-aimed darts.
And if I come apart
At the seams because of woe,
It’s words that break my heart.
Whether they are art,
Or seeds of malice sown,
Just like well-aimed darts,
Those words can break my heart.
Break My Heart
Just like well-aimed darts,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can break my heart.
Think before you start
To speak. The words you speak, you throw
Just like well-aimed darts.
Words can be great art,
Words can cause my soul to grow,
And words can break my heart.
And yet, there is a part
Of great art that should be thrown
Just like well-aimed darts.
And if I come apart
At the seams because of woe,
It’s words that break my heart.
Whether they are art,
Or seeds of malice sown,
Just like well-aimed darts,
Those words can break my heart.
October 15, 2013
OctPoWriMo 15 - News Makes Me Numb
DeathDestructionCountries are at warWhy do I bother with news?So much is sensationalIs there any good?I becomeNumb
October 14, 2013
OctPoWriMo 14 - Listen
Today's prompt.
Listen
In silence you can hear
Get away from all the noise
Get away from everything
And listen
Hear the still, small voice
Listen
In silence you can hear
Get away from all the noise
Get away from everything
And listen
Hear the still, small voice
