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Week 56 - (October 15th-22nd) Poems --- Topic: Apples DONE!!
Good description, Kimathy! I'm ready for a nice, red apple, preferably one that's been liberally coated with caramel.
thanks all, and thanks Jan. hehe, I'm not a great speller, i'll fix it!
Nice job, Alex and Kimathy! I really like both of yours! And what a coinsidence, I'm going apple picking this weekend!
Vivid description, Alex! You've managed to work in four of the senses. I like the metaphorical ending.
Moorfield AvenueThe limbs of an old apple tree
drooped like protecting arms around
the carriage house, its roof of tile
warm in the long evening shadows.
A hedge, gone wild, fortresslike rose
along the boundary. A sundial
measured the stillness, the low sound
of yellowjackets drunkenly
darting before the weathered wall,
where apples rotted on the mossed
red brick and on the cracked flagstone.
More apples hung ripe, and they seemed
to dream of being stewed or steamed,
not left in a yard overgrown,
behind a vacant mansion, lost
in amber light of early fall.
Two more great poems...Al yours made me hungry, M yours painted a picture...I loved the imagery....especially 'amber light of early fall'.
loved yours M! Great job Al and Kimathy as well :)
Thanks, Jan and Kirsten! I wish I had taken photos of that place before they tore it down. The mansion and carriage house had matching tile roofs and brick. The mansion had a high, columned porte-cochere in the back, and the window casings were cast of concrete mixed with fine marble. When you stood in the entry and looked up, you found yourself looking into a giant seashell cast from the same material as the ornate window casings.
sounds really cool... I always enjoy admiring cool architecture
Pink LadyPink Lady crisp
Pink Lady crunch
Just what I need
When it's time for lunch.
Sweetest, tastiest
Apple of the bunch
Pink Lady apples
Are the ones to munch.
Other apples shine
But I pass them by
Dear, sweet Pink Lady
You're the apple of my eye!
Jan, I love the metrics! We should start a group in protest of contemporary poetry. We could could call ourselves the Post-Pre-Raphaelites. (Actually, that's not original with me. A friend of mine in Galveston thought of it.)
Redemptionby Alexis
Looking past the houses in town,
Trying to follow the scream of a crow,
Brushing past pine trees-evergreen-
Middle of nowhere, covered in frost,
A blurry shape of a leafless apple tree.
Stands alone, praying to God...
"Redemption, Redemption"-it screams against all odds
Knowing it gets to carry the fruit of a sin,
But whom should it pray, Heaven or Hell?
It dreams of the folk of the fae
A wood nymph to sooth it with lies,
The sound of a baby angel's cry...
"Redemption, Redemption"-it screams to the gods.
ohh btw im rude i should say:i loved kimathy's haiku!! i so respect you for knowing how 2 do that lol
Al ur poem makes me want to go grab an apple
i loved M's poem its FANTASTIC!
and Jan you have wonderful way of twisting words into smth. beautiful
Alexis, I like the sound of the folk of the fae, though I don't know what the fae is. I like the image of the apple tree, "(m)iddle of nowhere, covered in frost . . ."Yeats writes of the sidhe (pronounced shee), a supernatural people of Irish legend. The banshee (bean sidhe) is a woman of the sidhe who wails to announce an approaching death. Your line "It dreams of the folk of the fae" made me think of that.
Oh, and thank you for your encouragement, by the way!
fae...i thought of fairy, as an illusion as something that it craves to have the absolute...and yes i know the legend of the banshee i love reading legends xD...though all are sad
Good job, Jan, your's was so cute. Um...your's was interesting, Alexis.
M- very visual, i love it!Alex- i am in love with this! :D
Jan- cute! :]
Alexis- wow. that is really really good! :D
Thanks, Kimathy! Now if I can come up with a story.
M wrote: "Thanks, Kimathy! Now if I can come up with a story."i have no idea of a story i'm going to pass this one
I try to build a story on experiences I've had. That way I don't have to make them up entirely. When I was a kid, my sister and I and my parents went in an old pickup truck to an apple orchard, where we spent a beautiful, dewy morning picking apples Dad would later mash up to make cider. Autumn has always been my favorite time of year, and in my memory that morning is like a moving watercolor.
so sweet i cant wait to read your story
Thank you, Alexis. It's sort of stalled out. I think it's going to be another zombie story.
hahaha awsome xDyou'll become the next stephen king
How nice of you to say! I think I could bring myself to write just about anything if I thought it would make me the kind of money Stephen King has made.
haha yea he had real luck! i only read Salem's Lot i liked it...i told that to my Romanian teacher( romanian is my mother tongue) and she began babbling how this kind of literature make young kids misunderstand the true values of literature...i think somewhere between the lines she made me stupid...anyway i did like it...i wanted to read The Shining too but time is a lil bit short for me right now...high school senior year...but...Have you tried to publish your work? It's awsome you know.
Salem's Lot is one of my favorite horror novels. It's the best thing I've read by Stephen King.
As much as I love apples and have some ideas running through my head, not sure if I'm going to have time to write a poem this week! Ah well, we shall see.
Come on, Kristen! You can do it! Years ago I thought about writing verse for greeting card companies. I was terrible at it, but I found that having a deadline made all the difference for me (I'm very scattered). I still remember some of them:My valentine is pretty,
And fair as day is fair.
My wife is only gritty.
I wish she'd wash her hair!
Here's a Christmas card verse:
Women will follow me around this Xmas!
But I'll be in the ground before the nexmas
because the men's cologne that I am wearing
exceeds so far the bounds of common daring.
Then friends will look upon my grave aghastmas
and sigh, "That Xmas must have been his lastmas."
That was a much kinder response than I've gotten in the past. Thanks, Stephanie.
Lol, M, you crack me up sometimes. They were cute.
Dark & Morbid greeting cards. Alex, you could start a new line!
You could always do Halloween greeting cards, Alex.
maybe i can write tomorrow while i spend 5.5 hours in the dance department office getting paid to do nothing...
lol, awesome, sounds good. How much are you getting payed?
it's my work study job for school, so it's minimum wage. $7.25 or something. Idk, I get $1200 for the year, so it's not that much.
M wrote: "Come on, Kristen! You can do it! Years ago I thought about writing verse for greeting card companies. I was terrible at it, but I found that having a deadline made all the difference for me (I'm ve..."Lol, i laughed so hard!!
and yes Stephen King sure knows how 2 horrify his readers
Title: Blinding AppleThe sun was bright, and the apple
was a shiny red.
I held it to the sun,
it glinted off the bright surface.
I turned the apple's shining surface
toward me, to admire it.
That was when it all
went wrong.
I screamed.
It was like a blinding flash;
No, it was a blinding flash.
Yet, it was unlike anything I've ever seen.
I'm staring at a wall;
it should be white.
It isn't.
The once white wall,
is red. Everything is red.
That was the last time I went apple picking.
interesting... I think I'm going to try to work on mine now...
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By: Kimathy
tough, red colored skin
bite, juicy white inside it
beautiful apple
another haiku :]