is too loud
in the city where
gunshots, fire trucks, sirens, and trains
don’t want to be wakened so early to do their jobs?
The original poem:
In the City
Airplanes are awhoosh in the sky overhead
Demolitionists gong blocks with wrecking balls
Construction crews clang chains and tools
Hotel elevators drone and ding…..all…damned….night….long
People clatter and clamor on the chaotic streets below my window
Trains thunder past on the tracks
Music blares like an unbridled banshee
Buses brake to screeching halts
Traffic trills, engines revving
Horns honk the rumblings of road rage
Fire trucks scream past flashing red flames across my wall
Gunshots pierce the silence
Police sirens wail out like victims
blue lights pulsing through the veins of city streets
somewhere between life and death
in the city
are against the rules.
Challenge from Glenda Funk: Write a Golden Shovel Poem by taking a line from a favorite poem and letting each word of the line be the last word in the lines of the poem you create.
“An Incident in Bethlehem”
From “Incident” by Natasha Trethewey
(Taken From Native Guard, winner of the Pulitzer Prize)
Line: At the cross, trussed like a Christmas tree, a few men gathered
In a lowly stable in Bethlehem, Mary gazes with pride AT
her sweet little baby, sent to save THE
souls of sinners; in the 33-year shadow of the CROSS,
the shepherds and sheep admire Jesus in a TRUSSED
manger, crib legs that would someday stand LIKE
intersecting compass points needling Heaven and Earth, A
lasting symbol of the reason we celebrate CHRISTMAS,
The hope held in these trees – the manger, the cross, the Christmas TREE–
offers both the blessings of this life and the promise of A
more glorious one in heaven, where more than a FEW
will reflect on the Nativity sets we once admired, with wise MEN
and angels, and pray this is where we will all be eternally GATHERED.
– Kim Johnson
And now my clothes do not fit me
The only thing the same’s my eyes
I haven’t run in months, you see
My “counting points” has not occurred
For lunch I just eat such & such
These hips are nothing but absurd!
I can’t quit work – I need the funds
Which maybe helps excuse weight gain
I just can’t keep on gaining tons
I need to do some exercise
I must stop eating junk like cake
And lower stress would be advised
I’m really not sure when is best
Monday noon may be my pick
Will my willpower stand the test?
Challenge from Susie Morice: write a poem about a piece of art, capturing its light, colors, mood and message.
with streams of light filtering through
the branches of underwater playgrounds,
Mom leads her calves
through a watery wonderland
teeming with life.
sea cows know
the health of their water
by the diversity of its life.
Led my firstborn child down a dark road of death
Her sleepy glazed smiles fooled everyone
Not knowing she had painkillers stockpiled
Can be the start of a helpless decline
The kind that gives mothers a new prayerful cause
Her family kept praying that she would be found
She landed in jail.
Her once healthy body was sallow and frail
“We know,” we assured her, “you’ve marched straight through hell.”
An addict recovering and seeking God’s will
Is that they become summits that others will seek.
Challenge from Susie Morice: write a poem about a tradition or
Mornings on the Funny Farm with Boo Radley
Challenge: write a 100 word story using only 1-syllable words and showing something in a new light.
Challenge from Glenda Funk: Write an echo sonnet. (I made my echos hashtags).
None of us have spirited family Christmases with characters like these – I repeat: this is all fictional (required disclaimer). But for our friends who do, here is…..a holiday hashtag echo sonnet with 14 plus one more…….a solution.
Sleighfully Navigating a Spirited Family Christmas
Self-proclaimed “Mother-of-the-Year” stepsister mommy shaming another?
Philandering uncle’s womanizing making you sick?
Cheap-ass brother not bearing a gift?
Political hothead brother-in-law TRUMPeting his lies?
Know-it-all cousin crowing all he knows?
Holier-than-thou stepfriend “blessing your heart?”
Perfect pink princess sister-in-law going to town?
Meddling mother-in-law business-poking?
Freeloading stepbrother eating everyone’s lunch?
Gossiping father spewing venom?
Bragging niece going yackety-yak?
Stumbling drunk nephew landing in laps?
All 17 spoiled grandkids acting high class?
Manipulative aunt controlling the back porch?
The best way through the Christmas fog?