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I'm posting my one previously published poem for the week, but first I'll share one from Donna of Mainely Write. You'll see why...
A Punch of Sun
Packing a wallopUp in the sky
Noontime it reaches
Cerulean;
High
--Donna Smith
Really tight, really strong, really great! And how's this for a coincidence?
freed by the sun's high call
my demon cast out, my shadow of doubt
is the shadow that proves that I am
HM 2009
Pumpkin Butterfly: Poems from the Other Side of Nature (Boyds Mills/Wordsong)
I don't know Donna well, but clearly we have sunthing going on. Go visit Donna's blog--there's a LOT going on there!
Diane of Random Noodling has gone in a different direction with one of her senryu. Love this marriage of words and image! (Too bad about Punch and Judy's marriage.)
And Charles Waters is back, too--reminding me of all the "punch buggy, no punch-backs" that I've lived through in the car.
Solar-Powered Sun Puppet
the
dark side of me
glowers
inside
drags
at the tips of my toes
it
feeds on clouds
on
rainy skies
and
only my shadow knows:
how
heavy
the
day is
how
low the horizon
how
sodden
and
sad
I
am
then sweet sun
punches a hole in the clouds
sizzles
and swims in my eyes
my
shadow spills out through a hole in my sole
my
darker side hung out to dry
howbrilliantthedayis!
howhighthebluesky!
how
sudden and mad I am!
I’m
sunny-side up
I’m
pumped full of light
my
silhouette dances on walls
now I
can see clearly:
my
dark doppelgangerfreed by the sun's high call
my demon cast out, my shadow of doubt
is the shadow that proves that I am
HM 2009
Pumpkin Butterfly: Poems from the Other Side of Nature (Boyds Mills/Wordsong)
I don't know Donna well, but clearly we have sunthing going on. Go visit Donna's blog--there's a LOT going on there!
Diane of Random Noodling has gone in a different direction with one of her senryu. Love this marriage of words and image! (Too bad about Punch and Judy's marriage.)
And Charles Waters is back, too--reminding me of all the "punch buggy, no punch-backs" that I've lived through in the car.
THE GOOD LUCK ALTERNATIVE
I bash my brother on
his arm
I did this as a good
luck charm
Until he punches my
arm, whack!
I then decide to pat his back.
(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.
Mary Lee gets whacked and walloped by the wind:
Pre-Dawn Walk, Winter Edition
It's more than just a punch.
I'm hit by a powerful blow
as I turn north
into the bitter wind.
It slams me back,
rakes my face,
tears away breath,
tears up my eyes.
Seventy steps,
head bent,
then I turn west
and am sheltered.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol's is short and light:
The storm raged on-
punCHed the sky,
letting more snow
flit and fly.
2015 CVarsalona- Joy's punch is eggnog...
Please
Use the
New
Cups to
Have eggnog.
And Matt's will quenCH your thirst for a laugh:
Some years ago
I met Don Ho.
He took me out to lunch.
His date was hot;
that's why I got
a nice Hawaiian punch.
-© 2015, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Join us tomorrow for "fetCH"!
Awesome work today, everyone! I can picture the siblings in Charles' poem clearly. Diane -- what a brilliant idea to write about Punch and Judy.
ReplyDeleteMine is here: http://www.maryleehahn.com/2015/03/brrr.html
ReplyDeleteand here:
Pre-Dawn Walk, Winter Edition
It's more than just a punch.
I'm hit by a powerful blow
as I turn north
into the bitter wind.
It slams me back,
rakes my face,
tears away breath,
tears up my eyes.
Seventy steps,
head bent,
then I turn west
and am sheltered.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Heidi, in my offering for #SOL15 and #spiritualjourney Thursday I have a poem with a few CH words inside: reaCHed, stretCHed , arCHed at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2015/03/journey-onward.html.
ReplyDeleteI added a short CH poem for the word punCHed to describe what is still happening outside my windows:
The storm raged on-
punCHed the sky,
letting more snow
flit and fly.
2015 CVarsalona
Some years ago
ReplyDeleteI met Don Ho.
He took me out to lunch.
His date was hot;
that's why I got
a nice Hawaiian punch.
-© 2015, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Fun challenge, Heidi! I wish I could do all of these, but I've got a major project that's taking up most of my spare time...but I'll try to keep up on things here!
Thank you, thank you, everyone! Mary Lee, you are brave to go out before light at this time of year. Carol, I feel like someone is punching a giant pillow in the sky and cold feathers keep on keep on floating down. And Matt, every time I think of yours I gotta giggle!
ReplyDeleteHeidi, These are wonderful. I am sorry but I've been punCHed with a deadline. I can relate to Mary Lee today. The wind whipped me around as I walked to my car. It's a strong one today as this cold front punches through.
ReplyDeleteNice showing today! Thank you everyone. Donna and Heidi's poem put me in mind of "How Deep is the Ocean," a great Irving Berlin song. Here's Ella Fitzgerald's version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fY2EOIjeBE
ReplyDeleteHey Heidi,
ReplyDeleteI saw this as a jumprope rhyme.
Ice cream soda,
Delaware punch
won't you be my
own honey bunch?
If you love me
here's what to do,
come jump with me
one and two.
Thanks, Heidi, I'm glad you enjoyed it - and glad I was able to come up with something spur-of-the-moment!
ReplyDeleteThese are great! Congrats, everyone. Okay, I'll go see what's up for today...
ReplyDeleteLove these punchy poems!
ReplyDeletePlease
ReplyDeleteUse the
New
Cups to
Have eggnog.