Eats Writes Shoots https://eatswritesshoots.com Living & Tasting Life's Passions Mon, 02 May 2022 16:35:02 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=5.9.3 78583555 A Love Song https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/05/02/a-love-song/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/05/02/a-love-song/#respond Mon, 02 May 2022 16:35:02 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10949

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Well, I found a woman stronger than anyone I know

At last…my love has come along. My lonely days are over

’cause you make me feel so brand new

and I want to spend my life with you

I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words

how wonderful life is while you’re in the world

Your love is better than ice cream —

How sweet it is to be loved by you —

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do,

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be,

If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…time after time

Take me to your heart, for it’s there that I belong,

Wrap you in my colors and keep you warm,

Cause all of me loves all of you,

And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while…

How could so much love be inside of you?

Here, making each day of the year, changing my life,

Never before has someone been more unforgettable.

There’s nowhere unless you’re there

My world is a better place because of you

You’re the key to my peace of mind.

I see the love light in your eyes. And the wonder of it all

I can hear her heartbeat for a thousand miles

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

You’re part of my entity, here for infinity,

I just wanna be yours, like I always say. Never let me go

Hold me, love me, hold me, love me

You make me feel like I am home again

If tomorrow is judgment day

I don’t care what consequence it brings

From tonight until the end of time

No other name falling off my lips,

God only knows what I’d be without you.

wedding rings and hands held

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Thirty:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken from other poems. If you’d like to dig into an in-depth example, here’s John Ashbery’s cento “The Dong with the Luminous Nose,” and here it is again, fully annotated to show where every line originated.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Chosen https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/05/01/chosen/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/05/01/chosen/#comments Sun, 01 May 2022 15:07:19 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10948

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I came

poor of birth

I was born blue

into childhood

of a childhood

cut from my parents’

impulses

gifted second-hand

a copy of

a 163rd reprinting

Baby and Child Care

a gift

of new and old

it was a time

when

being conceived

out of marriage

being born

was the end

not a beginning

pregnant

without

a driver’s license

no where

to go

but give up

get out

get thee to a nunnery

don’t show me

your face

I disown you

be gone

with you

I’m so disappointed

with you

an embarrassment

a gift

of being

a gift

of choosing

a gift

of deciding

a gift

of me

a gift

of her

a gift of us

three

it was difficult

not being

wanted

it took

adulthood

and lots of it

to understand

the true gift

of being

chosen.

 

 

cover of book Baby and Child Care

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Nine:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Wormwood https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/28/wormwood/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/28/wormwood/#respond Fri, 29 Apr 2022 01:13:07 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10944

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concrete poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Eight:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a concrete poem.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Bashert https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/27/bashert/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/27/bashert/#respond Thu, 28 Apr 2022 00:09:57 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10939

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She sat there in a suit, my bashert
let me introduce myself with resume and cover

Time was uncovered, her life I did discover
my life, my career, a season, a cycle

A gym I shared, I yearn, I spin, I cycle
I tilted, I lilted, with heartbeats may I join you too

My boy, my love, my dog, I shared, once we were two
I feel your pain, give me your hand and those memories

I am stuck — betwixt wanted imagined memories
I want you — your heart to be family and raise mine

Joined — forever tantalized by tastes on tongues we mine
I love you, with body, blood, my wine, I open with you

I am a season, a fall turned to spring, changed with you
You are my word, written, found, born upon my tongue.

newlywed couple

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Seven:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Lumber Dog https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/26/lumber-dog/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/26/lumber-dog/#comments Wed, 27 Apr 2022 01:17:08 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10936

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He winds through the wind broken woods
a wagging wanderer, leaping,
like lumberjack in a Canadian tuxedo
splitting the space on all fours
legs of two-by-fours, kilned hard,
He searches the timber tall and fallen
like a beaver doing dam work
skids out a snag like a tracked Cat blowing diesel
with turning haunches, hauls sticks, branches into
the dry den of his forest playpen
He is like the last winter squirrel flying
under the canopies seeking acorns — shucking
a stick, gingerly gripped and stripped, a last meal
He holds a rotting stump with digitile dexterity
a river otter cracking snails to gorge
his canines an axe splintering even sawdust
He is Paul Bunyan and Babe all in one coat
a deciduous legend that sprints the land.

dog carrying stick in woods

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Six:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they have mainly been used in epic poems, typically as decorative elements that emphasize the dramatic nature of the subject (see, by way of illustration, this example from Milton’s Paradise Lost). But you could write a complete poem that is just one lengthy, epic simile, relying on the surprising comparison of unlike things to carry the poem across. And if you’re feeling especially cheeky, you could even write a poem in which the epic simile spends lines heroically and dramatically describing something that turns out to be quite prosaic. Whatever you decide to compare, I hope you have fun extending your simile(s) to epic lengths.”

 

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Aisling for the Land https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/25/aisling-for-the-land/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/25/aisling-for-the-land/#respond Mon, 25 Apr 2022 23:57:24 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10933

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My love — this land was made for you — and me
for our family — trees and our roots
all its seasons turn — leaves turn, turn
through strong winds — blowing lonely
feelings small — I will lay me down,
with toes worn numb — down by the sea,
hug them, squeeze them – call their names
When the sun rises tomorrow — see the rain
And get me goodnight, goodnight — in your dreams.

woman a outdoor music festival

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Five:  “Today’s (optional) prompt is based on the aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. An aisling recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live. Perhaps she will be the Madonna of the Traffic Lights, or the Mysterious Spirit of Bus Stops. Or maybe you will be addressed by the Lost Lady of the Stony Coves. Whatever form your dream-visitor takes, happy writing!”

 

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Hard Boiled Boy https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/25/hard-boiled-boy/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/25/hard-boiled-boy/#respond Mon, 25 Apr 2022 21:50:29 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10929

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He ran down the now rickety staircase
…..like a herd of cast Remington wild broncos
His footsteps loudly entered the room
…..like they had been forged by a blacksmith
They rang through the bruised halls
…..like they Montreal students banging pots and pans
Came into the room with a banging thud
…..like a wrecking ball breaking down an old wall
Cracking the calm of a Sunday morning
…..like a ten-year old needing to share his discovery.

 

statue brass shoes

 

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Four:  “Today, I’d like to challenge you to channel your inner gumshoe, and write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile. Feel free to use just one, or try to go for broke and stuff your poem with similes till it’s . . . as dense as bread baked by a plumber, as round as the eyes of a girl who wants you to think she’s never heard such language, and as easy to miss as a brass band in a cathedral.”

 

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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The Blasted https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/24/the-blasted/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/24/the-blasted/#respond Sun, 24 Apr 2022 15:00:22 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10923

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Blasted
past ripped
from the news
paper
tattered by the
birds with
hard beaks beating
into a pulp
fiction stories of
lovers entwined
rings
of a stump
torn apart
pages
pressed tightly
together
by wind and
wet rain
blurs
words
worm worn
pathways eaten
weather weakens
crumbles
remnants of
the Blasted.

 

 

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Three:  “Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once you’ve read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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Sense of Time https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/22/sense-of-time/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/22/sense-of-time/#respond Fri, 22 Apr 2022 23:39:13 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10920

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Lick, lick — lick at the wind
with taste buds grasp a sailing tail

Wink, wink — wink at the tapestry
with eyes pull through the fading threads

Sniff, sniff — sniff at the sands
with nose count every digit and step

Ring, ring — ring at the bell
with ears grip the fading waves

Soft, soft — softly search and seek
with fingers catch at the scars of minutes gone.

 

 

man flying kite on beach over himself

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-Two:  “Today’s prompt: in honor of today’s being the 22nd day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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We Reflect https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/21/we-reflect/ https://eatswritesshoots.com/2022/04/21/we-reflect/#respond Fri, 22 Apr 2022 00:41:29 +0000 https://eatswritesshoots.com/?p=10916

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We walk the rural path from a one-room school
…..rubber boots scrape the gravel

We stand, flip 100 burgers in a line, for lunch time,
…..sneakers smell slick, still, with rancid fat

We sit, alone, with a Lady, her Ermine, through plexiglass, she looks away
…..hikers, swell hot, four years bald

We reflect time in a mirror asking memories what others saw
…..bare feet wet with dust make prints.

father playing with baby feet

 

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Twenty-One:  “Today’s prompt is one I got from the poet Betsy Sholl. This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

…. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.

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