Poetry Jam - Babies

Grandmother’s Renewal – A Rictameter

Magic

Born of my blood

Suckled nurtured grown gone

Bound in love to another soul

My arms and hands ache with a mother need

I wait and watch and hope until

Two souls create a child

My ache is gone

Magic

This poem is being shared with the other writers who contribute to Poetry Jam. Thanks go this week to Laurie Kolp for providing us with our theme ... babies. And since Laurie is celebrating a special birth, I suspect she will relate to my humble offering.

Breaking the Rules - Poetry Jam

Image: ‘The Alarm- Crows’ -  Richard Copello

 

Midwinter Lune

 

Crows perch high

Sun beats blue on black
Grey branches sway

 

Breeze turns cold
Beaks part and chortles rise
Wings spread wide

 

Branches click
Time to disappear
Man noise comes

 

Swooping sounds swish
High-pitched cries echo afar
Black feet dangle

 

Five black crows
Streak a bleak winter field
Looking for warmth

… Susan M-Lindquist – 1/24/13

This lune poem is a contribution to Poetry Jam's weekly writing exercise ... this week's task is to choose a type of form poem and change it up slightly, breaking the rules a bit. Smack dab in the center of this poem is a change from word count to syllable count ... form interrupting form, so to speak. Click here to see what others have contributed ... break your own rules and write something too.