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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.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Today is Mulit-Prompt Monday

Today is Multi-Prompt Monday here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into one or two  poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them, make sure you link yours in and read as many as you can, they are really worth the time !
Today's prompts ...

Here at Dodge Writes we are doing Crapsey cinquains (Reverse+butterfly+mirror)
We are once again trying these forms together, but you do not have to, so for today's prompt you may choose to do one or all of the following Crapsey cinquains ...

Reverse is a form with one 5-line stanza in a syllabic pattern of two, eight, six, four, two. (2,8,6,4,2)

Butterfly is a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two. (2,4,6,8,2,8,6,4,2)

Mirror is a form with two 5-line stanzas consisting of a cinquain followed by a reverse cinquain. ( 2,4,6,8,2   2,8,6,4,2 )
Monday Memories, @ Say's 'Why don't you join me in writing about someplace different or special that you've visited at some point in your life' )
Mondays Child gives us this picture prompt ...
Illustration by: Cicely Mary Barker

One Stop Poetry @ Has Gay Cannon,  with forms of poetry, this week is – blank verse. The standard definition of blank verse is strict iambic pentameter, no rhyme. Gay has lots to share on the subject, so pop over and put yours on too !


With my wings all a fluttering
like bees that pollinate
upon flowers

flower buds pop
sweetly fragrant for all
and we fairies stop to smell them
dew as we speak sweetly to them
thanking each for beauty
beyond compare

following winds
laughing in the currents
rising and drifting through meadows
of green
clouds floating in the summer sky
bringing shade to the day
allowing time
to rest



A memory fond, our anniversary
off to Del Mar in San Diego, Ca
A date night of true epic proportions
a stage was set in a very large tent
and the seats we had were dead center
as the lights went down the only sounds
were of the music playing and hearts beating
German wheel stunning in perfection
 Aerial Contortion in silk was breathless 
Handbalance and Statue were amazing
Hoops, Diabolos and Spanish web graceful
the sights and sounds still ring in my mind
I will always have fond memories of Quidam



  1. These are wonderful. Love the vivid imagery stirred, twirled, detailed in each and every verse. One day I shall return with an attempt to meet the challenge, but for today, I sit in awe of the various textures shared here.

  2. I can't get over how you manage to distill something which sounds terribly complicated to me in such an effortless looking and lovely poem!

  3. How do you manage it all? At times I have trouble wrapping my brain around some of these different forms. My head is not in the game this morning, but you know I'll be back... Love what you do JL!

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  4. Great imagery you do such a great job.

  5. You've made a beehive and a swarm of bees with your shaped words! LOL

  6. Ahhh, Cirque Du Soleil - I saw "O" in Vegas with my daughter and it was indeed breathtaking. When it was over, no one in the audience wanted to leave, we didn't want to see it end. I have heard that Quidam is every bit as lovely. What a wonderful anniversary memory shared! Thank you for joining us on Monday Memories!

  7. You really know how to do them. Like Helena, I can't wrap my brain around it all. You are really good is all I can say!

  8. Well I was greeted here with the unexpected gift of cinquains and butterflies accomplished as lightly as the acts of Cirque du Soleil. But stresses seemed to have hindered that fragility in your poem about it in blank verse. It would take only a few changes to set it right though. Just check with a dictionary and mark your stresses throughout and then you can add or subtract within to get the rhythms just right. It's not important to the poem, but a good exercise for "hearing" the beats. Well done and thank you for linking. Gay