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My intent here is to write a poem from the prompt I give to you , the reader, in hopes that it will inspire something and get others to write with me.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Today's Prompt is Butterfly cinquain

Butterfly cinquain is a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two
Since we have done this form recently, lets do it about something Spring and lets make it a double (two nine lined stanza's) OURS IS...

The air
has a freshness
that lingers in the nose
like fresh cut grass in the summer
or like
the warm sun melting away
the nights frosty fingers
as icy grips
vanish

Sunshine
brings signs of Spring
bulbs breaking through the ground
sounds of birds chirping in the trees
and bees
busily buzzing each flower
gathering the pollen
walking through the
petals

YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
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9 comments:

  1. richardpiszczekJanuary 29, 2011 at 6:34 PM

    That really sounds like and describes the mountains in Campo. You know what I really miss it.

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  2. PennyJanuary 30, 2011 at 2:48 AM

    Birdsong,
    Morning chorus,
    Lyrically soaring,
    Greeting the dawning of the day,
    Sunrise.
    Rejoicing in the rays of light,
    Declaiming life afresh,
    Spirit lifting,
    Chirping.

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  3. PennyJanuary 30, 2011 at 2:59 AM

    Sunshine
    After rain fall
    The scent of the wet soil
    Freshly turned by the gardeners toil
    Warming
    Steaming softly in the sunlight,
    Promises of new growth,
    Savour of life,
    Springtime.

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  4. PennyJanuary 30, 2011 at 3:06 AM

    Sleeping,
    I have travelled
    Visited new planets
    And danced among the starlight.
    Drifting,
    Spiraling imagination.
    Touching other lifetimes,
    Thinking new ways,
    Dreaming.

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  5. PennyJanuary 30, 2011 at 3:24 AM

    Winter
    Your icy hand
    Must now release its grip
    And release the frozen landscape
    To thaw,
    And let the water freely flow,
    Release the bulbs to grow,
    Your time is past,
    Go now.

    Daylight
    Lasting longer,
    Night-time curls up slowly,
    Letting the sun stay for longer,
    Warming,
    Hazy green promises new life,
    Birds have started courting,
    Make way now for
    Springtime.

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  6. PennyJanuary 30, 2011 at 3:26 AM

    JL, You've got to do a book.

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  7. JL DodgeJanuary 30, 2011 at 6:23 AM

    Richie,
    My surrounding are my inspiration ! It is so beautiful here !

    Penny,
    Great job on the prompt, you are so talented !
    I do want to do one but we need a few more poeple to join us !!!
    You will be one of the featured poets, I hope you know that !

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  8. PennyJanuary 30, 2011 at 9:30 AM

    I'd love it, as long as you stick the dedication in there. I meant every word. We will have to do a comp with fairyland gold for the reward!

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  9. PennyJanuary 30, 2011 at 10:48 AM

    Sometimes
    When I am low
    And beset by the blues
    I go walking among the trees
    Woodland
    The moss cushions my weary steps
    The branches overhead
    Full of joyful
    Birdsong.

    My heart
    Uncurls slowly
    Like a new leaf unfurling
    And breathes again the soft warm air.
    Lifting,
    Filling up with hopes renewal
    As the rising sap wakes
    To new life in
    Springtime.

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