Bonnie’s right hand, splay-fingered, flutters up and down keeps rhythm, ball hits cracked cement, tap, slap, tap, slap, Her left hand clutches a book as the right bounces. Reading wins, Bonnie’s eyes intent on the story. The ball arcs smaller, smaller, rolls downhill, hits rock.
The ball bounces
to Alice’s house. Her friend Georgie catches it, bounces it against the chimney. One, two, three, four. Try this! Hit the ground, ricochet, hit the chimney. Throw the ball under your leg. See who misses first. Alice wins. They abandon the ball for Barbies.
The ball bounces
down the street. Joe and Hank kick it as they amble to the park. The ball trails after. They pick it up, play hot potato, faster, faster, race, throw it backforthbackforth till they reach their destination, drop the ball, run off to play on the monkey bars.
The ball bounces
to Baby Scott nearby. Scottie and mommy roll the ball back and forth, laugh, notice the boys are gone. Carry the ball in Scott's stroller back to Joey’s house, but it falls too soon, rolls to a house, right under Bonnie’s empty right hand which moves idly up, down
Very nice, but you posted as a comment on my poem. To be sure you get a new thread, post your poem in the comment box at the very bottom of the page. But also, please feel free to comment on others' poems.
Clever poem, nicely done, the form is very effective her. It's poem that sounds like what it is about! Like that word I can never pronounce that begins with omn and means a word that sounds like it is: IE, babbling.
I love the rhythm of this poem as well as the subject matter. Not sure what you mean with "in their font." though. It almost feels like it should rhyme.
the font is used in the church to baptize babies... A stone, metal, or wooden receptacle, usually ornamented, for holding baptismal water used in the solemn administration of the sacrament. According to common law, every parish church must have a baptismal font.
Revolving in space these orbs of light shine sending their signals to earth showing us ways we can go up down or sideways in our evolution.
Knowing their names is not enough. Sense their shining, feel it through the ethers. As it conveys their messages we decipher their mysteries to learn who we are.
Nice, and I did not realize it was about friends until you said so. Works even better knowing that metaphor. ... And speaking of friends, I hope you will comment on others' poems here. We're your friends too. LOL.
Actually, it was about astrology, which no one seems to have picked up on. No problem, probably too obvious to an astrologer, lol. Also, I have been away most of the week and felt happy I could post a poem! I almost always comment--sooner or later.
lovers sit beneath the full moon to learn to love they stare into eyes that mesmerize heart to heart they swear they'll never part hand in hand they watch the moon overhead
they stare into eyes that mesmerize moon shine glows as love flows between them hand in hand they watch the moon overhead they exchange rings and vows and love
moon shine glows as love flows between them staring in the sky Mars shows itself bright red they exchange rings and vows and love as the world goes round and round
staring in the sky Mars shows itself bright red they sit until the sun comes up, talking as the world goes round and round they learn so much about each other
they sit until the sun comes up, talking heart to heart they swear they'll never part they learn so much about each other lovers sit beneath the full moon to learn to love
love the pantoum..well done and you got so many forms of orbs in it! amazing! you did post it in the comment section for tasha's poem though... i know you're so obsessed with rock painting you forgot. i have created a rock painting monster! lol
Round and round, over and out, twisting and turning, what's it all about? We live on this ball with one another, try to love your sister and brother.
I live on this part, you live on that, but we still don't know where each other's at. It's more than real estate, it's a state of mind, let us share all that we can find.
We exist in this mysterious place in a sphere. Our greatest downfall is plain old fear, What on earth should we acknowledge as true? If not for the acceptance of me and you?
As long as we're hanging around on this ball, let's work together and love each other, y'all! Intolerance of people's views of life can only end up in painful strife.
Who made us the authority to pass judgement on others? When children are killed with their fathers and mothers. We can only hope to end ignorance one day. In the meantime we can only wait and pray.
How true and how nicely said, and how sad it al is. I've been wondering why it is we can't seem to get along on this planet, myself. Good job of doing it without being preachy.
I realized I HAVE one already!!! A kid poem:
ReplyDeleteTHAT’S THE WAY THE BALL BOUNCES
The ball bounces.
Bonnie’s right hand, splay-fingered, flutters up and down
keeps rhythm, ball hits cracked cement, tap, slap, tap, slap,
Her left hand clutches a book as the right bounces.
Reading wins, Bonnie’s eyes intent on the story.
The ball arcs smaller, smaller, rolls downhill, hits rock.
The ball bounces
to Alice’s house. Her friend Georgie catches it,
bounces it against the chimney. One, two, three, four.
Try this! Hit the ground, ricochet, hit the chimney.
Throw the ball under your leg. See who misses first.
Alice wins. They abandon the ball for Barbies.
The ball bounces
down the street. Joe and Hank kick it as they amble
to the park. The ball trails after. They pick it up,
play hot potato, faster, faster, race, throw it
backforthbackforth till they reach their destination,
drop the ball, run off to play on the monkey bars.
The ball bounces
to Baby Scott nearby. Scottie and mommy roll
the ball back and forth, laugh, notice the boys are gone.
Carry the ball in Scott's stroller back to Joey’s house,
but it falls too soon, rolls to a house, right under
Bonnie’s empty right hand which moves idly up, down
the ball bounces.
the orbs of magnificence are are lady's eyes
Deletemakes every part of me filled with sighs.
beautiful! such a romantic thought.
DeleteVery nice, but you posted as a comment on my poem. To be sure you get a new thread, post your poem in the comment box at the very bottom of the page. But also, please feel free to comment on others' poems.
DeleteI really liked the bouncing ball poem..very special and well written!!!
DeleteTO PAUL FOWLER: I spotted your poem in Victoria's comments. I enjoyed it very much!
DeleteClever poem, nicely done, the form is very effective her. It's poem that sounds like what it is about! Like that word I can never pronounce that begins with omn and means a word that sounds like it is: IE, babbling.
DeletePaul, your poem is most appropriate! And says so much in such a short time. Nice one.
Deletelmbo! when I found out the prompt I laughed and said I'll bet Victoria posts the one of me and the ball :-). I love this one!
ReplyDeleteCourtney's Eyes
ReplyDeleteDark almonds against mocha skin
her eyes melt like Hershey Kisses
dissolve you in a pool of liquid fire
and you will fall without care.
Her eyes will pull you in and
hypnotize, mesmerize, chastise
and baptize you in their font
as you get lost in their conviction.
You seek the truth and they will give it
without reservation or judgement
her eyes cannot lie so be prepared
to accept the honesty or don't look.
Exotic Polynesian eyes dance
to their own music and if you want
to dance you must follow their lead
and live in Courtney's eyes.
I love the rhythm of this poem as well as the subject matter. Not sure what you mean with "in their font." though. It almost feels like it should rhyme.
DeleteI loved this so much that I copied and pasted it in a msg to Courtney who loved it even more than I did!!! Well done...
DeleteLoved the way the words rolled around in my mouth as I read it. good one!
Deletethe font is used in the church to baptize babies... A stone, metal, or wooden receptacle, usually ornamented, for holding baptismal water used in the solemn administration of the sacrament. According to common law, every parish church must have a baptismal font.
ReplyDeleteAh, I should have reread, combining with the word "baptize" it makes sense now. I was wondering. Font? Times New Roman? Arial? Comic Sans?
DeleteThe Planets
ReplyDeleteRevolving in space
these orbs of light shine
sending their signals to earth
showing us ways we can go
up down or sideways
in our evolution.
Knowing their names
is not enough. Sense their shining,
feel it through the ethers.
As it conveys their messages
we decipher their mysteries
to learn who we are.
Nice, and I did not realize it was about friends until you said so. Works even better knowing that metaphor. ... And speaking of friends, I hope you will comment on others' poems here. We're your friends too. LOL.
DeleteActually, it was about astrology, which no one seems to have picked up on. No problem, probably too obvious to an astrologer, lol. Also, I have been away most of the week and felt happy I could post a poem! I almost always comment--sooner or later.
DeleteI'm a bit tired this morning and brain not functioning but I was still able to feel the beauty of these words. quite a lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words, it is so nice of you to read and comment.
Deletelovers sit beneath the full moon to learn to love
Deletethey stare into eyes that mesmerize
heart to heart they swear they'll never part
hand in hand they watch the moon overhead
they stare into eyes that mesmerize
moon shine glows as love flows between them
hand in hand they watch the moon overhead
they exchange rings and vows and love
moon shine glows as love flows between them
staring in the sky Mars shows itself bright red
they exchange rings and vows and love
as the world goes round and round
staring in the sky Mars shows itself bright red
they sit until the sun comes up, talking
as the world goes round and round
they learn so much about each other
they sit until the sun comes up, talking
heart to heart they swear they'll never part
they learn so much about each other
lovers sit beneath the full moon to learn to love
love the pantoum..well done and you got so many forms of orbs in it! amazing! you did post it in the comment section for tasha's poem though... i know you're so obsessed with rock painting you forgot. i have created a rock painting monster! lol
DeleteHey, the poem wasn't about rocks anyway. And yes, awesome pantoum, and nice take on the orbs, planets in relation to the lovers.
DeleteWow! Fabulous pantoum, I am so impressed! The way you have done it it isn't really obvious until you think about it. Good poem.
DeleteBall
ReplyDeleteRound and round, over and out,
twisting and turning, what's it all about?
We live on this ball with one another,
try to love your sister and brother.
I live on this part, you live on that,
but we still don't know where each other's at.
It's more than real estate, it's a state of mind,
let us share all that we can find.
We exist in this mysterious place in a sphere.
Our greatest downfall is plain old fear,
What on earth should we acknowledge as true?
If not for the acceptance of me and you?
As long as we're hanging around on this ball,
let's work together and love each other, y'all!
Intolerance of people's views of life
can only end up in painful strife.
Who made us the authority to pass judgement on others?
When children are killed with their fathers and mothers.
We can only hope to end ignorance one day.
In the meantime we can only wait and pray.
How true and how nicely said, and how sad it al is. I've been wondering why it is we can't seem to get along on this planet, myself. Good job of doing it without being preachy.
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