Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Wednesday May 4, 2011 We Write Poetry/Poetics Asides



We Write Poetry: Prompt #52 Limits

Life is But a See Saw
Wednesday
Middle of the week
Center of the see saw
Which end will be up
Which will be down
No way to know
Or to even know
If one is better
Than the other

Up
Feels like flying

Down
Feet on the ground

No correction needed
One in the same
Up then down
As one follows the other

There is no way
To confuse the order
Of the up and down
Limits set and prescribed
Long before the
Creation of the see saw

Children at play
On the playground
Our day goes on
Up and down
Life is but a see saw

If I were to edit this, perhaps the first stanza is all that is needed.

Life is But a See Saw
Wednesday
Middle of the week
Center of the see saw
Which end will be up
And which will be down
No way to know
Or even to know
If one is better
Than the other
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Poetics Asides/ Wednesday Poetry Prompts #130: On the other hand



On the Other Hand
The words come back to me
From a country western song
A favorite
Simple direct
Easy to hum along

A golden band
On the left hand
A union
Holy and sane
Applies only in dreams
Of young girls
Dancing round the May pole
Dropping red and pink
Searching for security
Promise forever
When no one
Has forever to give
No matter the song
Or how easy to hum along

On the other hand
The hand given
In companionship
A loving partner
Is indeed a gift
To be treasured
Simple direct
Perfect union
Easy to hum along

"Forever" will take
Care of itself
Do, do, doodle, do
Easy to hum along

Sometimes I so entertain myself, I get carried away. Perhaps this piece is too long, no pay off. If I edited it, this is what it would be.

On the Other Hand
The hand given
In companionship
A loving partner
Is indeed a gift
To be treasured
Simple direct
Perfect union
A song
Easy to hum along

12 comments:

  1. All the ups and downs, do they really make a difference? It is the living that counts in both, as we seek that balance at center,

    Elizabeth

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  2. Forever will take care of itself: I like that - it makes worrying about anything a fruitless exercise.
    Two terrific poems.

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  3. Peaks and troughs in all aspects of life - we usually find a way to balance them out...

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  4. Love the first one, Annell. Life is just like a seesaw. Balance is the key.

    Pamela

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  5. too long nice and meaningful but too long

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  6. I love the things you think about Annell, the way you weave art and poetry onto the page. It is a dialogue is it not? How dreamy to work in a studio beside mountains. How lovely of you to share the beauty of your life with us...

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  7. as a libran, i'm forever seeking balance :O lol

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  8. finding the balance of the seesaw can be such a daunting task...up and down...nice...

    i really like the second as well.

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  9. Ther is no limit on words nor lines and it is the individual who chooses.
    It was beautifully written but for me the essence of both took too long to the finale.
    My longest one is http://whitesnake45.blogspot.com/search?q=battle+rages+on
    A lot of folks like it however it too could be too long......
    Have a great weekend and please do not take my comments personally..........I speak my mind and say what I think (remember they are MY thoughts)and sometimes.....the brain aint quick enough to stop the typing!

    If ya ever venture into my poetry god help ya..
    I mix up all the different types of styles and it annoys the hell outta so called real poets.....

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  10. You amaze me. Beautiful, every word.

    "No correction needed."

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  11. Outta 10 comments mine was the only critical one. Just goes ta show......What the hell would I know aye! He he!
    Ya can't argue with a 9/10

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