Shannon at Ramblings of a Wannabe Scribe is hosting a poetry celebration day. (I'm a sucker for sonnets, a supporter of stanzas, and a glutton for punishment.) Misery loves company, so head over and sign up.
the rough draft
With petals and paintbrushes,
we pick and paste pain, and
soil a pure canvas
with shallow shades of shame.
Condolences ring out in firey reds,
tears rush in watercolored blues.
We attach our brushes to could-be
beautiful hues.
We trample on the
sacred grounds of artistry when
we carelessly slosh
sponged up imagery
on plastic pages
or write weary/wasted
watered-down words.
We have forgotten the frailty of language.
We bend; we break.
We the writers,
risk ruin,
and find our treasure that way.
about a boy
god's thumbnail decorates the night sky
like he's stamping his imprint onto earth,
and barefoot, I drive familiar roads home,
tuning the radio
adjusting the air
thinking of him
and wondering if he saw god's thumbprint tonight, too,
all the way across the country
now that i'm miles further from his heart.
If you would like to read more of my poetry, you can click here or here. (Isn't it sweet that I think you might want to?)
This installment of TMI Thursday bucks tradition, yes -- but head over to Lilu's blog for tragic tales most likely not written in verse.
the rough draft
With petals and paintbrushes,
we pick and paste pain, and
soil a pure canvas
with shallow shades of shame.
Condolences ring out in firey reds,
tears rush in watercolored blues.
We attach our brushes to could-be
beautiful hues.
We trample on the
sacred grounds of artistry when
we carelessly slosh
sponged up imagery
on plastic pages
or write weary/wasted
watered-down words.
We have forgotten the frailty of language.
We bend; we break.
We the writers,
risk ruin,
and find our treasure that way.
about a boy
god's thumbnail decorates the night sky
like he's stamping his imprint onto earth,
and barefoot, I drive familiar roads home,
tuning the radio
adjusting the air
thinking of him
and wondering if he saw god's thumbprint tonight, too,
all the way across the country
now that i'm miles further from his heart.
If you would like to read more of my poetry, you can click here or here. (Isn't it sweet that I think you might want to?)
This installment of TMI Thursday bucks tradition, yes -- but head over to Lilu's blog for tragic tales most likely not written in verse.
Comments
Thank you SO much for participating and I hope lost of people find this and enjoy!
wonderful line, lovely poems. Thanks for sharing them.
Powerful.
You, my dear, are NO rough draft.
I left you something on my blog. Good timing I think.
You've got that contest in the bag... you don;t need no stinkin' luck