• Home
  • Featured Paintings Showcase
  • Gallery
  • Poetry Blog
  • Copyright

Phyllis Moorman

~ Author and Artist

Tag Archives: writing 201

Found, Landscape Poetry Challenge

25 Wednesday Feb 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Nature, Poetic Challenges

≈ 1 Comment

Tags

Designs, landscapes, Nature, poems, Poetry, writing 201

park with bridge

Landscape Trends for 21st Century

Landscape design trends: developing, changing,
being improved, reconstituted, restructured;

Be it bigger parks in cities or
pocket parks in neighborhoods;

beautification within communities co-exist
with healthy exercising venues in golden ways.

Smaller garden designs minimize space, like
rooftop, container, and vertical gardening.

Even exclusive cycling routes circle cities–
no carbon dioxide or congestion here.

From functional to artistic,
solar panels to sculptures, it’s all available.

But older is sometimes better, like preserving
national parks and significant private estates.

These, and other sustainable goals–
dreams of 21st Century landscape architects.

2/25/15

Today’s poetry challenge was a found poem (using small bites of information from an article or perhaps many sources). The topic was landscapes using enumeratio (a sort of listing) as the poetic device. Credit for the topic goes to Landscape Architects Network and their article, “7 Top Landscape Architecture Trends of the 21st Century,” found on http://landarchs.com. I employed alliteration (repetition of the same sounds or the same kinds of sounds at the beginning of words) to carry the point within stanzas.

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Prose Poetry Challenge: Fingers

23 Monday Feb 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Humor, Poetic Challenges, Writing

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

fingers, humor, poems, poetic challenges, Poetry, writing, writing 201

fingers typing

When I let my fingers do the walking, the yellow pages are my street. When my fingers run, they ruffle through your hair, then slow to a crawl as they tenderly caress your face. But let my fingers do the typing, and the gate opens. Thoughts cross the threshold from my mind with prose flashing across the screen as fast as the fingers can go.

 

Today’s challenge asked for poetic style in prose format, fingers as the subject, with assonance (same vowel sounds within prose without being a rhyme).

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Elegy on Fog Poetry Challenge

19 Thursday Feb 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Health, Humor, Life, Nature, Poetic Challenges

≈ 1 Comment

Tags

brain, fog, health, humor, life, Nature, poems, Poetry, poetry challenhe, writing 201

Quick-thinking brain of my long lost youth
left me without a goodbye, how uncouth!

Jeopardy champions in our own way;
you had the answers while I had the say.

Shadows inhabit my brain now at times
shifting from fog to a cold, icy rime.

When it is clear, we are back, you and me;
winning the game for the whole world to see.

This challenge definitely had me lamenting my thinking cap of yesteryear! Trying to portray lament, praise, and solace in dactyl was a nice stretch of the brain.

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Concrete Animal Poetry Challenge

19 Thursday Feb 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Animals and Insects, Humor, Nature, Poetic Challenges

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

animals, humor, Nature, poems, poetic challenges, Poetry, Snakes, writing 201

Snake:  I’m Impressed (Sorta)

concrete poem february 2015

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Acrostic About Trust Challenge

17 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Children, Family, Inspiration, Life, Love, Poetic Challenges

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

children, family, inspiration, life, love, Parenting, poems, poetic challenges, Poetry, trust, writing 201

A child holds your hand, and
before she knows it, she’s
caught up in the steps and
doesn’t realize you’ve let go, so
easily she goes forward on her own.

And before you know it, she’s on a
bicycle, swaying, weaving,
caught up in the forward motion,
determined to ride without training wheels,
evidently unaware when you let go.

And it seems only too quickly, she gives up
bicycling, her third or fourth by now,
caring only to get behind the wheel,
driving with you as her instructor,
each lesson a little easier than the last.

From day one, you were there with her,
growing closer day by day,
her trust of you so complete.
It only seems natural,
judging by her successes, that you
know you’ve been there for her, and that you
love and trust her enough to let her go.

2/17/15

This is an acrostic variation about trust. The first three stanzas begin in succession, a-e; the last stanza’s format is f-l. The assignment also suggested internal rhymes. I played some with full rhyme, slant rhyme, assonance, and alliteration. What a fun challenge.

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Limerick Challenge

17 Tuesday Feb 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Humor, Nature, Poetic Challenges

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

humor, journey, limericks, Nature, poems, Poetry, travel, writing 201

There once was a widow from here
Who wanted to wander to there
But, oh the gas price
Rose not twice, ’twas trice!
So she settled for crackers and beer.

*********

There once was a plump, purplish plum
Who spent languorous days in the sun,
He shriveled and dried
Then rose up with pride,
And said, “Now I’m a prune, I must run.”

********

Ah, the limerick challenge. Always such fun. With journey as a topic and alliteration as a device, I traveled in a couple of different ways.

2/16/15

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Water Haikus

16 Monday Feb 2015

Posted by P Moorman in Humor, Nature, Poetic Challenges, Writing

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

haiku, humor, Nature, poems, Poetry, water, writing, writing 201

Flowing summer streams,
aquatic conversations,
visually sound.

*****

Spring’s frozen waters
melt like Frosty the Snowman
to create new streams.

*****

Summer sprinklers spurt
iridescent teardrops for
children to play in.

*****

Sixty percent water,
yet still I thirst; hydrate me
so I’ll wrinkle less.

*****

Natural orbits–
rivers, rain, return to earth–
water recycling.

*****

Drop by drop, dribbling,
gushing forth. Water quenches
all sizes of thirst.

*****

Mesmerizing plane,
a body of lake water,
aqueous gold of life.

2/15/15

Presented with a challenge to write a water haiku, I overflowed; I couldn’t stop with one. These are not designed to flow from one to another but to be enjoyed individually.

Share this:

  • Twitter
  • Facebook

Like this:

Like Loading...

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Follow Phyllis Moorman on WordPress.com

Phyllis Moorman Fine Art

Phyllis Moorman Fine Art

Blog at WordPress.com.

  • Follow Following
    • Phyllis Moorman
    • Join 324 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Phyllis Moorman
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...
 

    %d bloggers like this: