A challenge within a challenge

Hi everyone,

Yesterday Jane Yolen posted a Word of the Month poem inspired by ESCAPE. In the process she may have invented a new form. She told it in iambic pentameter in four 3-line stanzas and a concluding line with the following scheme:
abc/bca/cba/bac/b. I wrote one using the same form and enjoyed it. If you missed our poems, here they are.
David from 417 Magazine
The Summer I was Hot

My mother made the most amazing cape
To help me capture villains that I fought
Who didn’t know that I was only four.

She sewed it with material she bought
That gave me strength and confidence to roar.
I knew if necessary I’d escape

Because of all the magic that I wore.
Hidden in my secret cave I’d plot
A plan so clever all the crooks would gape

When suddenly I’d fly and they’d be caught.
I’d tie their hands and feet with Super Tape
And tell the cops they’d find them on the floor.

I was four the summer I was hot.
~~ by David L. Harrison

The World So Hot

I remember summers in New York,
the world so hot,
we sat on the fire escape.

The boom box we brought
with us, songs on tape,
much laughter, talk.

Perspiration at the nape.
Air conditioning then? Not
even in the cards. The cork

of the wine bottle shot
into the street below. Its torque
carrying it through the cityscape

where the world remained so, so hot.

©2016 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

If anyone else would like to try this form, I’ll look forward to reading the result.

My Italian Sonnet

Hi everyone,

Inspired by Steven Withrow’s sonnet,steven_withrow and spurred on by Jane Yolen’s witty example.

Comes now my contribution to the cause.David as bookends IMAG2753
Honeybee
by David L. Harrison

Honeybee, a vibrant buzzing thing,
Humming through the sultry summer hours,
Dipping in and out of willing flowers,
Sipping, pausing, sipping, taking wing,
Known more for her industry than sting.
Nature-blessed with honey making powers,
Performs her alchemy in hidden bowers,
Spinning gold with sisters as they sing.
Honeybees for twenty million years
Have met their fated daily rendezvous,
Pollinating blossoms in return
For smuggling pollen home to feed their peers.
So much depends on what the humans do,
And if the greatest predator will learn.

Jane Yolen
The little honeybee has buzz.
A taste for something sweet and runny,
Like a clown, she seems quite funny.
Body’s mostly stripes and fuzz.
She’s looking as she always does.
When she sells her cache of honey,
Her golden glow, bespeaks of money.
Why do we love her—just because.

But ask the little bending flower
Who gives up her hard-earned pollen
Whether she feels raped and fallen,
Or is filled with certain power.
There she is, all pollen laden
Virgin, violet violated.
By a bee much recreated,
Set aside, nor more a maiden.

(c) by Jane Yolen; all rights reserved

You wrote that where???

Hi everyone,

A couple of days ago Jane Yolen posted a poem here that she wrote in the airport as she waited to board a transatlantic flight. I don’t know if she pecked it out on her phone or was sitting on an airport bench with an iPad on her lap. However she did it, writing a poem was one of the last things she did before boarding her plane. I say one of her last things because who knows what else she wrote in those closing minutes before she had to put her toys away for a while.

We talk again and again about how writers somehow manage to write in spite of distractions that everyone faces. This made me wonder about unusual places where other writers have put their time to good use.

When my mother entered her last years, she was prone to wind up in ER when she had a sinking spell. I would go with her and sit in her room during the several hours that it invariably took to get her tested and out of there. One night I spent eight hours sitting in a chair while Mom was tested and eventually admitted overnight. I had a small note pad and a pencil in my pocket so I wrote a 670-word article for my Poet Profile in Sylvia Vardell’s book, POETRY ALOUD HERE.
Poetry Aloud Here 2
So what about the rest of you? Tell us about the most unusual places you’ve managed to get off some writing. I’d love to know.

Rerun

Hi everyone,
Jane Yolen
If you missed it yesterday, Jane Yolen and I amused ourselves ripping off quick poems about my turtle problem. Then at the end of the day I discovered that yesterday was World Turtle Day! So with apologies to turtles everywhere who might have found our fun and games offensive, here again is what we had to say. David from 417 Magazine

May 23, 2016 @ 7:43 am
Tortoise and Hare (for DH)

Turtles, turtles everywhere
Except when you’ve a camera there.
You click the button, turn it on.
You look around, the turtles–gone.

You wanted pictures you could share.
But much too slow, the Harrison hare.
While you were sighting from the lawn
The tortoises were going–gone!

xxxJane

Reply

May 23, 2016 @ 8:25 am

Tortoise and Hare, Part II

No matter how I creep and sneak
To steal a wily turtle peek,
They hit the water in a flash,
Leaving me to snap their splash.

Turtles, turtles everywhere
Living life without a care
While pictureless and helplessly
I listen to them laugh at me.

XO

Reply

May 23, 2016 @ 1:01 pm

Tortois and Hare Part !!!

Who IS that creature up above?
I want to give it SUCH a shove
Always peeking, sneaking, staring,
Always nasty teeth it’s baring.

Always flashing bits of lightning,
Always makes our small heart tightening.
Thinks we’re slow? Ha! That’s HIS wish.
But when we’re scared, we swim like fish.

The Tortoises

May 23, 2016 @ 1:30 pm

Tortoise and Hare, Part IV

No need to bow or genuflect
But you should show me more respect.
More than once I’ve saved some fool
Baby turtle in my pool.

I stop to help you cross the street
When you’re out being indiscreet.
Now I beg you, if you will,
For just one second — sit still!

XO

May 23, 2016 @ 1:50 pm

Tortoise and Hare Part V

That flash-and-dash man here again?
To capture us by pix or pen?
Well, like the hare, he’s gone tomorrow.
That will cause no tortoise sorrow.

He should read that Aesop’s fable
Soon as he is at his table.
There’s no race that he can win
If he is not a turtle kin!

xxxJane
(And kids, that’s how we old poets win the races,
steady and not so slow!)

Reply

May 23, 2016 @ 2:14 pm

Tortoise and Hare Part VI

I’m going to buy a selfie stick
To snap a shot of you so quick
You’ll see your game is all in vain.
I’m smarter than a turtle-brain.

I’m going to use my high I.Q.
To make a monkey out of you.
Surrender now and try to grin.
This one race I’m going to win.

Reply

May 23, 2016 @ 2:31 pm

Hare and Tortoise Part VII

“David, David, come inside.”
“Very soon my blushing bride.
I have one thing more to click
With my handy selfie stick.”

“Jane is on the phone for you.
A message–something you must do.”
He sighs. The sun is going down.
They have a dinner date in town.

What can she want? And which Jane? Who?
Picks up the phone. “What must I do?”
“The turtles called the cops on you.
Best stay away a day or two.”

“Do you hear sirens? Do they wail?
The cops might put you into jail.
A predator they’re calling you.
(The tortoise taught us something new.)

He throws the stick into the lake
And runs back home, he makes his break.
He swears off taking turtle pics
And using things like selfie sticks.

He works in tortoise rehab now.
Takes only snaps of sheep and cow
Who preen each time that he comes near.
Next week he’s photographing deer.

xxxJane

Reply

May 23, 2016 @ 2:56 pm

Tortoise and Hare Part VIII

Turtle rehab? Who would guess
I’d like it here, but I confess
I owe my gratitude to Jane
For saving me the awful pain

Of rotting in a prison cell
For coveting a turtle shell.
I’m growing fond of cows and sheep
And only now and then I weep

And pray for mercy for my sins.
I dream of wicked turtle grins.
The truth is, and I won’t lie,
I’d really like just one more try.

Reply

May 23, 2016 @ 2:58 pm

The End.

The February Word of the Month is . . .

Hi everyone,
David speaking, 1-16-14
We had a great run of poems and comments in January. Now let’s see what we can do with the word for February. It is LEAVES. Variations of leaf, leaving or leafing are acceptable. As always, I look forward to what you are inspired to write. And also as always, I appreciate the support you share on this blog. I love comments from people who say they feel safe and appreciated. We have a wonderful community of visitors and contributors.

For anyone unfamiliar with the site, you can post your poem by clicking on the box to the upper left of this post where it says, Adult W.O.M. Poems. Scroll down to the box at the bottom where you can post your poem or comment and click on post comment. If it’s your first time, your entry will wait until I approve you. After that the computer recognizes you and there’s never a wait. There is also a box where teachers can post poems by their students to the upper right of the daily post. We all love it when students join us.

At the end of each month I sweep away the W.O.M. postings to make way for the new ones. I keep no permanent record and of course make no claim on your work. I’m not sure if you can call your poem a previously un-published poem if an editor should ask, and I suspect that the answer will vary, but it’s my understanding that once your work has been posted you are protected.

This monthly exercise has been going on for six years. You don’t have to be published to join the fun so don’t be bashful. Over the years we’ve been honored by numerous poets of the highest caliber and they set examples that others can study. We’ve also been the leaping off point for many first-time poets and they have without fail found understanding, appreciation, and support here. If you’re newish to this game and have been wondering how your poem might sound to others, 2016 is a good time to find out.

Sometimes you’ll see poems placed in the comments to my daily post. Often these poems are in direct response to something I said in the post. Among a few noted folks who do that, Jane Yolen, one of the best in the business and lightning fast and Cheryl Harness, multi-talented artist and author, sometimes respond that way to kick off further discussion of the day’s subject. You can do that too if you like as long as you understand that people may or may not return to that day’s post but many will follow the Word of the Month column throughout the month. Either way I’m glad to see what you’ve written.

I rarely comment on the poems posted in Word of the Month. I read them. I enjoy them. I just can’t keep up with commenting on each one. However, many others who regularly follow W.O.M. are wonderful about commenting, asking questions, and issuing atta-boys and atta-girls.

So here’s to another good month. Let’s get it done!

David