Writing : Intro to Poetry,Day Six : Screen

Poetry, Day Six : Screen

Poetic, toolkit : Enjambment

Looking back, I am in,

Awe, thinking,

about,

the Screen of my life.

from infant to toddler,

I have no memory,

at seven, I was,

in  a new school. The scene changed,

at twelve, Dad passed

away, and I moved,

to an unknown

place, with Mom,

and siblings. It was a difficult time,

for us all, laughter became,

a thing of, the past,

Mom struggled,

to raise us.

After many, moons,

here I am,

still in Awe, 

Watching the, snow

covered, houses,

Lawns, and streets,

How did I end,

up here?

My life resembles,

A moving Screen!

…….……………………… 🙂

 

 

 

Writing : Intro to Poetry, DaySix : Screen

Poetry, Day Six : Screen

Poetic toolkit : Enjambment

My life resembles a 

Screen of laughter and

sadness.

I laughed,

when someone tried,

to show off,

and cried when things,

went oh,

wrong.

I asked my mother why,

don’t our lives,

stay still and stop changing,

She said, 

God wants us to have a taste,

of sorrow,

and happiness,

Because it’s the only,

way humans will know the,

difference,

Life is an ever-changing,

screen!

……………………………….. 🙂

 

 

Writing:Intro to Poetry, Day Six, Screen

Poetry Day Six : Screen

Device: Enjambment

Window_Porto_Covo_August_2013-2.jpg (5961×4161)

There are many scenes passing,

me by, when I look out,

my window.

The lawn care fellows,

mowing and raking, the lawn.

My neighbor’s,

tree covered, with leaves

blocking, my view.

The sky looks,

overcast, a quiet,

breeze, blowing the leaves.

The air must be

cool, I’m feeling

cold, it’s time for me,

to wear something warm.

…………………………….. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day Six: Screen

Form: Enjambment

Image from WordPressAn open laptop sitting on a bed in a dark bedroom

My life is a big screen,

it holds memories of,

my loved ones, first it was,

my Dad,he had so much to

give, but he left us

early, we the younger

ones, became orphans,

without understanding

why, Mom took

over, she kept us together.

When I grew up I had no

direction, I knew not then

how, important was education.

I studied, when I felt like

it,slept, longer than necessary

despite, my sister’s constant

reminders, I did what I thought

was, right, someone up

there, must have kept

me, focused.

Or else ,how did I, successfully

fight, off the,

obstacles, on my

path!

…………………………….:)

 

Writing 201: Poetry, Day Four: Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment

Today , write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something.

Today’s form: Limerick

Device : Enjambment

Poetry: Imperfect

Brother, you claim, you’re  the picture of perfection

but, you cannot   live up to our expectation,

What good is your claim

when, you put us all   into  shame

Dear brother the picture of perfection!

 

Just the other day, he said, ‘yo, Ranu

your friend, named Banu

you say,is an amazing  girl

I , watched her  fall when she tried to twirl

Your amazing friend Banu!’

 

I kid you not dear brother

your skill, I’d rather

not, bring up

this, your attempt  to balance the cup

broke , was  a poor spectacle, my perfect brother!

………………………….. 🙂