Friday, April 24, 2015

Down By the Salley Gardens

Down By the Salley Gardens


Down by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
The Garden of Eden 1900 by Hugh Goldwyn Riviere
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
with her would not agree.

In a field by the river
my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish,
and now am full of tears.

The Salley Gardens

by Wayne L Murphy

That is one way to see it
but this a way, might be
As she left the garden, I
gazed standing 'neath a tree
A young woman, hair of gold
a smile that lit the sky
upon approach I wondered
I've never seen thee, why?

She gave me a wink, then she
flashed at me her sweet smile,
Sir, if you've a moment,
please come sit for a while
And right there where I'd lost love,
in the salley garden
I found it once again, my
heart would cease to harden

Poem-a-Day challenge; Day 24: Write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. Take a favorite poem of the past, and re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. Use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).

I chose to add to Yeats' poem, and give it a brighter ending.  They are meant to complement each other, and be read together.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

National Poetry Month - April 2015

If you did not read my previous post, concerning National Poetry Month, please scroll down for more information.
For the last two weeks of April, I will post my poems, influenced by the Poem A Day (PAD) prompts on the NaPoWriMo website, here.
If you like to write poetry, check out their website. If you just want to read some poetry, I hope you find something here that you will enjoy.

Sure, write a haiku,
it is easy, you will see.
What rhymes with haiku?

WLM 4/15/15

Haiku Battle

Last night I went to a Haiku Battle, organized by the Albany Poets.  It was a lot of fun, and there were many gifted writers in attendance. Some of the haiku was funny, some took on a more serious tone, but all were well received.
The format was a head to head battle, 3 haiku each, best two out of three won the round. There were eight poets battling, and a bracket system was used.  If you won the first round, you moved onto the next, until there was only one poet left standing.
I got knocked out in the first round, but the woman that beat me went on to win it all.  No harm in losing to the best.
Below are the three haiku I wrote and read at the battle.  I got 1 point for the second one, but lost the round on the other two.

Only one red shoe,
but she needs both to return.
There's no place like home.

He is a drinker
with a slight writing problem,
but are not we all

π = 3.
1415926
& ∞

The last one, I call Pi, and I drew it on a piece of paper, so everyone could see it.  It is a haiku written without any words, just numbers and symbols.  I got some good reactions from it.
Check out the Albany Poets website, all this week they are sponsoring events for the 2015 Albany Word Fest.

National Poetry Month – April 2015

National Poetry Month – April 2015

April is National Poetry Month. People celebrate in many ways. One way I like to recognize this time of year, is by participating in a PAD (Poem a Day). There are no prizes, rewards, or accolades, well maybe some accolades, but really it is just the satisfaction and enjoyment received from writing, and perhaps reading, some poetry.
In this post I will add a new poem each day, inspired by the prompts from the NaPoWriMo blog site. I started a bit late, this year, but as of 4/15/15 I am caught up, and plan to stay on course for the rest of the month.
Who are your favorite poets? Do you write poetry yourself?
Thanks for taking the time to check out my writing and my blog.
Enjoy.

Negation
'Tis not the same as years' past
this year's spring may never be
No flowers on the lawn,
no buds high in the trees

We waited so long,
for all the snow to melt
And yet it is still cold
every morning,
when I walk out the door

'Tis not sorrow,
simply missing the expected
no bright yellow
neither sun
nor dandelion

Aye, it shall come
though it may be late
a bird chirps
and asks me to be patient

WLM 4/14/15 (Day 1)