Carol's Notebook

I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week. "It’s Day 7. Time to think about vowels, with your fingers. Prosaically." Painting Her fingers, spattered with crimson and cobalt, merge with the brush. Stroke by stroke, she paints life onto nothingness in vibrant, pulsing hues. The colors stream across the canvas; mingling, fighting, circling, forming, becoming the creature in her mind, the one who haunts her, begging to be released....

I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week. "Grab your verse by both ends (or hands; your call), like a hero with extra big hair. Week 2  here we go!" Today is about heroes/heroines, ballads and  anaphora/epistrophe. This is what I came up with. Feel free to leave a comment and tell me what you think, good or bad. The Ballad of the New Girl She was the new girl in town, still a bit of a mystery. She had a lilt in her step and eyes full of glee She chatted with the ladies and danced with the fellows. She swam in the creek a and skipped through the meadows. She went to the picnic with handsome Johnny McCoy. She thought she was in love, but he was not a good boy. She gave him a few liberties and he took advantage. She was loud and clear and he flew into a rage. He threatened and smacked her, but she stood her ground. She took care of her problem and he was never found. She was the new girl in...

I'm participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week. "Day 5 is upon us: clear your foggy mind, embrace absence, and paint with words." This was last Friday's assignment. The theme was fog, but the style was elegy and the device was metaphor. I kept trying to write an elegy and just had to eventually give up, so we've got fog and that's about it.  And I'm not real thrilled with it. fog the fog by the river obscures the world around us as we drive on across the bridge off the edge of the map into the land of dragons and fairies where the mist hides possibilities where cars break down and best intentions fail where dreams live and breath beside the nightmares until the sun burns off the magic...