I'm lost in a story so sad, I cried. Sarah had her key hidden in her clothes. Bombs exploding, German soldiers shouting. Children in Auschwitz in 1945.
Sarah had her key hidden in her clothes. lost in one scene, one chapter of a book. Children in Auschwitz in 1945. guards were getting more lenient, back then.
Lost in one scene, on chapter of a book. Sarah was allowed to escape Auschwitz. Guards were getting more lenient, back then. Made it through the back lands; she found their home.
Sarah was allowed to escape Auschwitz. Now, to free her brother from the cupboard. Made it through the back lands; she found their home. Sympathizers lived in her apartment.
Now, to free her brother from the cupboard. The door was open and there came a stench. Sympathizers lived in her apartment. Said they'd never seen the cupboard way up high.
The door was open and there came a stench. Bombs exploding, German soldiers shouting. Sympathizers lived in her apartment. I'm lost in a story so sad, I cried
it still haunts me too. who would have thought such a simple story could have such an impact. if you never sent it to victoria do so! then she can be haunted along with us :-)
Linda, This tale is awesome. You tell a great story. The children are who suffered the most during the holocaust. You packed a lot of power in that small poem. It definitely is a haunting book.
Sounds like an interesting book. But this reads more like a synopsis than a poem about getting lost in a book. I would also like to see you do other forms of poetry other than pantoums.
Victoria, This is merely the chapter that I am lost in. And I will never get out of this chapter. Also, look at my Terza Rima below and tell me what you think. Bonnie told me about the 11 syllables per line and it took two times to get it right. But I have also written a Villanelle or 2 .
Bonnie, Books are a world unto themselves. I get so lost in books that I can read one in a day and won't put it down until it is finished. You mentioned one of my favorite characters in comedy mystery books, Stephanie Plum!!! Awesome poem...
I like the play on words in the in the first stanza. Page by page....hold and bind. I'e written a couple of Tersa Rimas but not for a long while. You are an inspiration.
I decided to try writing a Terza Rima using the prompt. I think I may have written 2 of these in the past but with my own theme and all that.
Lenny didn't mean to crush soft things he was merely stroking Curley's wife's hair George had to protect Lenny from what murder brings
George hid with Lenny as long as he dare He told him his favorite tale, their dream They would get a place someday, their own little lair
They would have chickens and kittens and a cow to make cream Lenny got relaxed, he trusted George who had a gun He didn't notice the flash of the little gleam
Before Lenny had a chance to run Before the lynch mob came upon them He blew his skull away and it was done
Lost in a book where love is a gem Lost in a book full of hangmen.
Oh what a great classic! of mice and men... one of my favorites. I have one correction for this wonderful poem. a terza rima has 11 syllables per line which is not easy and makes the form more difficult.
Animal Farm, we don't want harm, we just all want to be free. I really can't wait for that future place where there is no misery.
The honey flows and things do shine, we are on the road that is so divine. A place to have, to defend, to love, We will be better, we're equal, don't shove.
So sad, the monsters made it on to the scene, We had so much together but, now it seems so far between. The leaders forbid the animals to sin, Let's see how they do when the tally's all in.
The ones who worked the hardest, get their blood pumped out. 'cause they've been the cog and wheel, it's them it's all about. Too bad, so sad, didn't go so well, to really see how low they fell.
There's a children's book I can't remember the name of it though. But it's a picture book where the caterpillar Maybe eats its way through the pages of a book. This reminded me of that. As always, it's an amazing write.
I have walked for miles inside the memoirs of my book Scripted novel notions with the paints of plastered pleasures My body has been scarred by the Bohemian blasphemy Of her teasing thoughts. Yes, she is the book that I live in
I have no soul left within me since I have devoted myself to her And as I trace the tranquil quilts of the condescending chaos Which evades my life daily under the pleasant pains of loneliness Waiting for her to look back and look for me in the Sea of Souls
Time, yes Time immemorial has been a wait, an undulating wait For her to glance back, to glimpse inside me, beyond the cloak Read me, as I read her, words after after, moments after moments And endure the feelings that I imbibe whenever I see her.
In the dusking dawns of every daunting day I dive into her extant Wishing all the while that Time would pause leaving Us alone. I would slowly approach her with a beating heart and confess Of my boundless love and with bent knees ask for her consent.
But as the Book I breathe within doesn't even know that I exist I have often been left alone in my memories of culminating castles Where I wish to enchant my empress in the bubbles of my dreams And make her the prisoner of the same Book that I live within.
One of my friends Devi, a notable journalist and the author of The Cayman Hustle from Montreal, Quebec, send me this link. She is like my mentor and I am learning a lot from her :)
Awesome. My poetry mentor, Tad Richards, posts on this page also. The rest of us are just amateurs. LOL. If you would like to contribute prompts, let me know and I'll put you in the rotation. Also, for Christmas day, we are each contributing a "holiday word" for a "make a poem from these words" prompt for Christmas day if you'd like to add to the list.
While reading this beautiful poem, that spoke of empresses and Castles, my thoughts roamed here and there and I knew we had a poet. Welcome gentle poet. This is sort of a help group...we offer comments and encouragement and help where we can. We also, hope you will join in the conversations and comments if you like a poem or if you can offer help on a poem another poet is struggling on. Once again! Welcome!
Sorry guys for this late response, I failed to press the notify button. I am so glad that you have liked my work and I am beaming with pride and a little chuckle received such compliments.
Bonnie and Linda thanks a ton for your generous words. Hope to contribute more and strive further.
And Victoria I would be glad if you put me in for the prompts and my holiday word is Joy.
I no longer get lost in novels, only visit them at the edges, ready to reenter the real world take care of children, work jobs, have to pay attention to the world around.
When I was young, my mom stood in front of me, yelled, jumped up and down, I was deaf to her until she shook me, blurred words, released me from the book, so lost I did not want to find my way back.
I'm lost in a story so sad, I cried.
ReplyDeleteSarah had her key hidden in her clothes.
Bombs exploding, German soldiers shouting.
Children in Auschwitz in 1945.
Sarah had her key hidden in her clothes.
lost in one scene, one chapter of a book.
Children in Auschwitz in 1945.
guards were getting more lenient, back then.
Lost in one scene, on chapter of a book.
Sarah was allowed to escape Auschwitz.
Guards were getting more lenient, back then.
Made it through the back lands; she found their home.
Sarah was allowed to escape Auschwitz.
Now, to free her brother from the cupboard.
Made it through the back lands; she found their home.
Sympathizers lived in her apartment.
Now, to free her brother from the cupboard.
The door was open and there came a stench.
Sympathizers lived in her apartment.
Said they'd never seen the cupboard way up high.
The door was open and there came a stench.
Bombs exploding, German soldiers shouting.
Sympathizers lived in her apartment.
I'm lost in a story so sad, I cried
I knew that book would stay with you. what a powerful peom about a powerful booj
Deleteit still haunts me too. who would have thought such a simple story could have such an impact. if you never sent it to victoria do so! then she can be haunted along with us :-)
DeleteI'll get it back from Amber. She said it was a great book just sad.
DeleteLinda, This tale is awesome. You tell a great story. The children are who suffered the most during the holocaust. You packed a lot of power in that small poem. It definitely is a haunting book.
DeleteSounds like an interesting book. But this reads more like a synopsis than a poem about getting lost in a book. I would also like to see you do other forms of poetry other than pantoums.
DeleteVictoria, This is merely the chapter that I am lost in. And I will never get out of this chapter. Also, look at my Terza Rima below and tell me what you think. Bonnie told me about the 11 syllables per line and it took two times to get it right. But I have also written a Villanelle or 2 .
DeleteLost In a Book (Tersa Rima)
ReplyDeletePage by page, chapter by chapter tales unwind
draws me into the characters life story
free from the problems that my mind hold and binds.
In books mine is the victory and the glory
as I solve murders with Kinsey Milhone
and Stephanie Plum where crimes are not gory.
I travel to distant shores all alone
traverse space where no one has gone before
self help books my skills I can fine tune and hone.
Books on realities pain shut the door
as I get lost in worlds of prose and lore.
Bonnie, Books are a world unto themselves. I get so lost in books that I can read one in a day and won't put it down until it is finished. You mentioned one of my favorite characters in comedy mystery books, Stephanie Plum!!! Awesome poem...
DeleteI just counted your rows and you have a couple of rows that are 10 syllables. You might want to do a revision.
Deletelines 5,7,8,10 & 11
well turns out i typed in the wrong version and not the final rewrite so there were some errors with syllable counts. Here is the final cut :-)
DeleteLost In a Book (Tersa Rima)
Page by page, chapter by chapter tales unwind
draws me into the characters life story
free from the problems that my mind hold and binds.
In books mine is the victory and the glory
as I solve crimes along with Kinsey Millhone,
Stephanie Plum murders are not gory.
I travel to distant shores all alone
traverse space where no human has gone before
self help books my skills I can fine tune and hone.
Books on reality and pain shut the door
I'm happily lost in worlds of prose and lore.
Love this! It's exactly how I feel about books too. I'll have to find the kid poem I wrote that is kind of similar to this.
DeleteI like the play on words in the in the first stanza. Page by page....hold and bind. I'e written a couple of Tersa Rimas but not for a long while. You are an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI decided to try writing a Terza Rima using the prompt. I think I may have written 2 of these in the past but with my own theme and all that.
ReplyDeleteLenny didn't mean to crush soft things
he was merely stroking Curley's wife's hair
George had to protect Lenny from what murder brings
George hid with Lenny as long as he dare
He told him his favorite tale, their dream
They would get a place someday, their own little lair
They would have chickens and kittens and a cow to make cream
Lenny got relaxed, he trusted George who had a gun
He didn't notice the flash of the little gleam
Before Lenny had a chance to run
Before the lynch mob came upon them
He blew his skull away and it was done
Lost in a book where love is a gem
Lost in a book full of hangmen.
Lenny didn't mean to crush soft things
DeleteLenny never intended to crush soft things
REVISION OF MY TERZA RIMA
DeleteLenny never intended to crush soft things
He was merely stroking Curley's wife's blonde hair
George had to save Lenny from what murder brings
George hid with Lenny as long as he did dare
He told him his favorite tale, their home dream
They'd get a place someday, their own little lair
They'd have chicks and kits and a cow to make cream
Lenny relaxed-trusted George who had a gun
He didn't see the flash of the little gleam
And before our Lenny had a chance to run
Before the screaming lynch mob came upon them
He blew his sad skull away and it was done
Lost in a book where love is a perfect gem
Lost in a book full of judges and hangmen
wonderful! love it!
DeleteOh what a great classic! of mice and men... one of my favorites. I have one correction for this wonderful poem. a terza rima has 11 syllables per line which is not easy and makes the form more difficult.
ReplyDeleteAnimal Farm, we don't want harm,
ReplyDeletewe just all want to be free.
I really can't wait for that future place
where there is no misery.
The honey flows and things do shine,
we are on the road that is so divine.
A place to have, to defend, to love,
We will be better, we're equal, don't shove.
So sad, the monsters made it on to the scene,
We had so much together but, now it seems so far between.
The leaders forbid the animals to sin,
Let's see how they do when the tally's all in.
The ones who worked the hardest, get their blood pumped out.
'cause they've been the cog and wheel, it's them it's all about.
Too bad, so sad, didn't go so well,
to really see how low they fell.
awesome write! very powerful and tells the story well.
DeleteI like the imagery nd the smoothness of the beat. Your rhyme was right on also. You definitely have a nice style.
DeleteA small brown mouse makes a
ReplyDeletehome in a copy of
Infinite Jest, left open
to page three hundred and
something--hard to
say, because
the little mouse has
nibbled at the corners, in
fact, half through to
the center. She isn't
counting, but then, nor is
the book club reader who got
this far and no
farther, but fully intends
to return to it when
the club reconvenes
in spring, if she can
remember where she left it,
or maybe she's switched
to Kindle, leaving
paper and pasteboard to
the little rodents, or
perhaps she's changed
course, taken a lover,
and newly thrashing limbs
have driven little mice
from a once-neglected bedroom
to the sanctuary of a good book.
I love this one! the scene set o\perfectly. makes me feel sad for the book.
DeleteAwesome write. what a shame that people are turning to kindle for reading. I, like Bonnie, felt sorry for the poor book!!!
DeleteTad, Awesome write. You really did get lost in the book!!
DeleteThere's a children's book I can't remember the name of it though. But it's a picture book where the caterpillar Maybe eats its way through the pages of a book. This reminded me of that. As always, it's an amazing write.
DeleteIt's not right yet. I might work on it some more.
DeleteThe Book that I live in
ReplyDeleteI have walked for miles inside the memoirs of my book
Scripted novel notions with the paints of plastered pleasures
My body has been scarred by the Bohemian blasphemy
Of her teasing thoughts. Yes, she is the book that I live in
I have no soul left within me since I have devoted myself to her
And as I trace the tranquil quilts of the condescending chaos
Which evades my life daily under the pleasant pains of loneliness
Waiting for her to look back and look for me in the Sea of Souls
Time, yes Time immemorial has been a wait, an undulating wait
For her to glance back, to glimpse inside me, beyond the cloak
Read me, as I read her, words after after, moments after moments
And endure the feelings that I imbibe whenever I see her.
In the dusking dawns of every daunting day I dive into her extant
Wishing all the while that Time would pause leaving Us alone.
I would slowly approach her with a beating heart and confess
Of my boundless love and with bent knees ask for her consent.
But as the Book I breathe within doesn't even know that I exist
I have often been left alone in my memories of culminating castles
Where I wish to enchant my empress in the bubbles of my dreams
And make her the prisoner of the same Book that I live within.
Anindya Ganguly ��© 2016 all rights reserved
Wow. This is an amazingly textured and beautifully written poem. Thank you so much for joining us!! How did you find us?
DeleteOne of my friends Devi, a notable journalist and the author of The Cayman Hustle from Montreal, Quebec, send me this link. She is like my mentor and I am learning a lot from her :)
DeleteAwesome. My poetry mentor, Tad Richards, posts on this page also. The rest of us are just amateurs. LOL. If you would like to contribute prompts, let me know and I'll put you in the rotation. Also, for Christmas day, we are each contributing a "holiday word" for a "make a poem from these words" prompt for Christmas day if you'd like to add to the list.
DeleteWelcome! This is cool.
Deletemy first response after reading this awesome poem was the first word Victoria wrote... wow!
DeleteWhile reading this beautiful poem, that spoke of empresses and Castles, my thoughts roamed here and there and I knew we had a poet. Welcome gentle poet. This is sort of a help group...we offer comments and encouragement and help where we can. We also, hope you will join in the conversations and comments if you like a poem or if you can offer help on a poem another poet is struggling on. Once again! Welcome!
DeleteSorry guys for this late response, I failed to press the notify button. I am so glad that you have liked my work and I am beaming with pride and a little chuckle received such compliments.
DeleteBonnie and Linda thanks a ton for your generous words. Hope to contribute more and strive further.
And Victoria I would be glad if you put me in for the prompts and my holiday word is Joy.
Thank you .<3 <3
BOOKWORM
ReplyDeleteI no longer get lost in novels,
only visit them at the edges,
ready to reenter the real world
take care of children, work jobs, have to
pay attention to the world around.
When I was young, my mom stood in front
of me, yelled, jumped up and down, I was
deaf to her until she shook me, blurred
words, released me from the book, so lost
I did not want to find my way back.
I remember how lost in a book you could get with mom screaming and yelling, Now I understand!!!!!Very well written.
ReplyDeletelmao! i thought i was the only one she did that to and now I find out you were as lost in your books as I was in mine :-). love this one!
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