A-Z 2013

We did it!  Two months ago, when I suggested daily original poetry to Regina she balked.  Yeah, Regina knows a lot more about poetry than I do.  But maybe my blind ignorance coupled with her brilliant skill wasn’t such a bad combo. 

Sometimes, like the entire sum of our youth, our confidence comes from a place of pure ignorance.  Many writers start out this way – especially writers for children because, hey, anybody can write a 350 word story for kids.  How hard could it be?

It’s hard.

Poetry is hard too.

Still, we did it!

And though I produced a few turds, there were some lovely surprises in there too.  Of the fourteen poems I wrote for the A-Z, I’ve already submitted two to three different publication and contest sources.  Maybe someone will like one.  But even if none are published, I am proud of what I produced. 

Now, Regina and I decided that we have to incorporate original poetry going forward so every other Friday, check us out.  One of us will post an original poem.

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A to Z Challenge

For the A-Z challenge, Juliet and Regina decided to post a new and original poem every day. Today we decided to write a poem together by using an exquisite corpse. Essentially Regina wrote a line then sent a description of the line: Adjective, Noun, Verb, Adjective, Noun. Then Juliet wrote the next one not knowing what Regina wrote and so on . We decided to title the poem "Zed" meaning the letter Z. The End.


Zed

Tired hands keep writing breathing words

Pretty, slipping between the iron bars

that no longer hold back stories we have to tell

But whisper, the twisted branches have ears

Open hearts dig loam and prepare

The particles of yourself, a necessary salvage

reap a harvest, wring your hands

Bleed through until the edges burn

An end begins 

and in it all we end

A to Z Challenge

 

For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day. Today, Regina dedicates a poem to her daughter, Violet for the letter "V".

Violet

Brought beauty in pockets overflowing

with dandelions, wilted and dried,

abandoned snail shells and

a Blue jay feather.

Brought scraped knees and

dirty socks full of rocks and twigs.

The wonder of having

a normal child is

the slant of the sun through the

autumn leaves that changed my

perspective of the forest.

A to Z Challenge

For the A-Z challenge, we decided to post a new and original poem every day. Today, Regina has the letter "T".



Two a.m.

Silence broken only

as the rocker hits

the wood floor.

Mother, child

two a.m.

time to find

peace in violence.

Remnants of war waged,

smell of breast milk,

warmth against my chest.

Two hearts

beating,

breaths synchronized in

heat and sweat.

Here in exhaustion,

in the trenches of motherhood,

you will find

me.

It's World Book Night!

Juliet is a giver and will be handing out copies of 

Tina Fey's "Bossypants"

To COPE Parents from Kingsley School

at Fleetwood Jourdain in Evanston, IL