Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.
Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.
On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.
Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily.
Thank you and have fun!
David
PS: The word for March is ME.
Hope I go to March for “me”
do re me fa so la ti do
re ti
me la
fa so
so fa
la me
ti re
do do
do ti la so fa me re do
all rights
for me
What fun, Jeanne, as usual.
If you want to see the illustration with the poem, go to https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/balanced-scales/
Breakfast
By Linda Boyden ©2015
Your toast is burnt
the way you like;
coffee strong
as I demand.
Cream drenches mine, sinful sweet.
Yours stays blacker than
yesterday’s argument
our account depleted again
because you found a deal,
“Golf clubs, half-price, a steal!”
At breakfast,
the argument slides
into shadow.
You linger
at the counter
watching me
watching the toaster.
It’s the peanut butter we share
our one agreement,
other than how the curves of me
find home
within the angles of you.
All the rest,
our differences,
are melodies played
in a minor key
You cup my face;
offer me peanut butter
from your thumb.
love the twist, the opposite coffee styles and the peanut butter on the spoon.
Thanks, Jeanne! Relationships are tricky at times.
This is beautiful
Thank you, Silindile.
BECOMING
M e, myself, and I
E ver discovering
M arvels entire
E ndless within
M e-volving
E ngaged in life-living
Me-coming
Cory Corrado (2019 )©
reminds me of Michelle Obama’s book: Becoming!
Thank you so much, Jeanne.
What an honor to be included in the same thought-space as Michelle Obama.
She is on my Absolutely-Must-Read List.
I’m reading a hard cover copy and folding down the corners of the pages that I want to note. So far more than half the book has pages turned down.
I am not surprised, Jeanne. Can’t wait to read it!
Michelle’s book is as amazing as she is. Hope you read it sometime, Cory. Your Me poem packs a lot in so few words. Gives me much to think about.
Thank you, Linda.
My copy of Michelle’s book arrives this week. I’m BECOMING very excited.
Creek
Me and my buddy
Went down to the creek
To see, what we could see.
We saw fish, big as can be
Turtles sitting among the weeds
Dragonflies surround me
Rover, my buddy jumped in the creek
Out he come full speed
Splashing mud, all over me.
© Mary Nida Smith
IT’S ME
Hello, it’s me. ….Jackl.
I’m back
…….
Jack. Jack Brown,
I’m back in town
…….
You don’t remember me?
How can that be?
We promised to be true;
You to me, me to you.
Right through to infinity.
You gave me your virginity.
And it was you who said,
When I returned we two would wed..
Said we’d have a girl and boy;
Share a lifetime full of joy.
So, come on Jane,
Don’t be a pain
…….
What’s that, your name is Laurie?
Whoops, wrong number – sorry.
Hi David!
Here’s my poem for this month. I was intrigued by the topic. Tried a cinquain.
Me
Contemplative, strong
Animated, committed, tenacious
Such feelings of happiness
Me.