Sara of sarawriter.wordpress.com led me to the realization that perhaps people were not commenting on my stories because they were not sure that I encouraged comments. Well I want to clearly state that I very much encourage comments. Please tell me what you love or don’t love (I use ‘don’t love’ because were you to say I hate…’, I would probably curl into a...
Wind whistling, weaving
slipping away unseen
That’s all I can think of really
Wrapping my opal shawl around
braving the biting breeze
Piercing – sighing screaming
Come in from the cold
‘No roses on my grave,’ she said,
‘No lilies, no orchids, when I’m dead.’
So I bought a cactus – dark green, no true leaves, spikes –
I hear it’s hot in hell.
I just discovered the Bop. I love the name. It’s almost as good as the Azby!
The bop is not as old or as popular as the other poetic forms that I have explored on this blog but it is certainly just as interesting. It was created by Afaa Michael Weaver – a man who seems to have come a long way.
The idea for this post came to me because right now the last thing I want to do is write. Spent my first day in New York and I spent it in platforms which though preferable to walking in heels is still nowhere as comfy as flats or trainers which is what you should really be wearing when exploring those New York blocks. Because of my ridiculous day in unrealistic shoes I am now cranky, I can’t...
It is easy to fall into the habit of writing how one feels (especially when writing poetry). Focusing on how you feel will give your work a childishness that you did not intend and make it difficult to show instead of tell. Personally my crappiest poems have been born when I was trying to write how I felt; especially if I used words such as ‘feel’ ‘like’ ‘want’ ‘I’ (‘I’ is actually the biggest...