The Poetry Marathon

NAS prompt 4 — Romantic acrostic

NAS Prompt 4:  A Romantic Wedding

 

Romantic wedding brings family and friends, Buddhists and Catholics and others, together

Outdoor ceremony with September’s gentle rain cooled and refreshed, didn’t linger

Microphone announces  poets, flutist, readings, and we thank all guests for their part

And these two soulmates commit to continue appreciating, conferring, balancing, and

Not rolling eyes, or nagging or trash-talking about each other’s minor flaws,

Cooperating, coordinating, and co-facilitating today and throughout the future

Entrusting our lives and well-being to each other,  for each other, from this day forward.

by Nancy Ann Smith

Poem #1: Silence

The silence that I have decided to use on you

is the voice of reason that I have finally heard

@ Renee Avard-Furlow

June 13 2015

NAS Prompt 3

Have I been fishing for compliments? casting out for my next position?

… On this stocked lake of an improved job market.

Like a well known published account, it has been like a long night of nothing in the nets.

Is someone on the shore telling me to try once more?

hmmmmm.

by Nancy Ann Smith

Bessburough Road

Bessburough Road
Virginia Carraway Stark

On Bessburough road
In a little house
Of white and blue
There lived a grand lady
And she was
A grand mother too
She endured pain
And violent abuse
And she still found time
To give me hugs and kisses too
She never gave a thought
For her own safety, happiness or health
She was hard wired for love
On Bessburough road
In a little house
of white and blue
There lived a grand lady
I wish you had known her too

River

The river that runs through our lives.

Everyday is a knew beginning .

Every breath you take is breath of life.

When we feel a rain drop that falls on our soul.

Is too feel there is knew life.

When the rain stops.

The sun smiles on our souls.

For knew moment for life.

The river that runs through our souls is knew.

Beginning

Prompt for Hour Seven

Write a poem that contains primarily visual images.

Really focus on creating striking and lasting images. The images can be connected or disconnected.

Self Taught

I learned that fear will get me nowhere and the simple art of raising my middle finger to someone or an idea or an object, makes me not so fearful anymore.

I learned that not everyone is going to like me

I learned that not everyone is impressed with my obnoxious personality, even though they should be

I learned how to listen to my voice, and relearned that my voice is one of the strongest parts of me

I learned that I am not a phase, not something I will get over

I learned how to sit in silence, with myself

I learned how to be okay, with me

I am self taught

 

The horizon is a doorway one may journey to

A place you will never arrive

And impossible to travel through

Somewhere over the threshold

(yes, sung exactly like the song

And later changed by Judy Garland to rainbow

Because she thought ‘threshold’ just felt wrong)

Now, as I was saying before over the threshold

There is a kingdom In the East

The kingdom ruled by a witch

The lands where tomorrow sleeps

And behind that land is the hallowed place

Where eternal westerday retreats

NAS Prompt 2

NAS  Prompt 2

I wake to a greeting: “Good Morning”

I am a happy and devoted Child of God,

and one of his gifts to me is a husband who greets me

with words in a tone that is pleasant.

 

Later the day, a friend seeks truth, “be honest”

“What would I do in her shoes?”

she is walking a sad road that is similar

but different to the road I’ve travelled

Feeling inadequate to give her strength

all I can do is describe the moments of hope

we felt at Hospice, when Mom’s time was dwindling

My friend trusts that she will also find those treasured moments

 

And at the close of that day,

In  the after hours of some instances of Grace,

and some wishes for do-overs,

I hear the promise of more challenges and chances tomorrow.

by Nancy Ann Smith

How are we all doing, guys?

I’ve been sat in my little apartment in London and I have to say, I’m struggling; not only physically (my bum has moulded to the duvet I’m sat on and feels like stone) but mentally, I’m definitely dipping. I am looking back over my work and wondering if the effort of today is worth it.

What’s even going to happen as a result of this? Does anyone have any plans for their work as a result of creating it?

Let me know!

<3 PJB