Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Dancing Under the Lights

Image courtesy of analogartistdigitalworld

 Dancing Under the Lights

“I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights.” ~Muhammad Ali

Does putting on your tap shoes count
or is it merely tantamount
to saying, “It’s still luck or chance?”
Rehearsal first, and then you dance.

Each actor knows the telltale sign
when someone gestures, “Help me. Line?”
You need to practice in advance.
Rehearsal first, and then you dance.

An orchestra’s musicians must
learn all the tunes before they’re thrust
upon the stage.  Not happenstance.
Rehearsal first, and then they dance.

And as a writer, I prepare
and do my diligence with care
to make my words inform, enhance.
Rehearsal first, and then I dance.


Notes:  Happy Leap Year Day!  The prompt today at Poetic Asides is to write a preparation poem.  Now, generally, I am a fairly spontaneous person, but I've learned along the way that in order to be spontaneous, sometimes ya gotta plan a little bit, too.  Think about actually makes some sense.  Anyway, the form is Kyrielle.   

Rehearsal first, and then we dance - and or maybe even leap.

Monday, February 27, 2012


The Little Epicure that Could…

When shopping for my tasty bits,
I do the supermarket blitz.
I hold the price gun and I scan.
I think I can!  I think I can!

My budget will not let me buy
some steaks or frozen apple pie
but I am still a gourmet man.
I think I can!  I think I can!

For what is soup but dinner in
a can?  A rank beginner in
a cooking class can heat a pan.
I think I can!  I think I can!

The chicken noodle is on sale.
I got a coupon in the mail.
O Campbell’s!  I’m your biggest fan!
I think I can!  I think I can!


Notes:  The Mag [Magpie Tales] posted the above picture as the prompt. The form is Kyrielle, because it's such a fun form!  I can haz soup.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Shoe Tales

"...your feet…so petite…
Madame, just push...a bit more…
Ugh!  Okay…they’re on."


Image courtesy of Harumi-Tan's Blog

A Vamp for a Princess

“I think this shoe should fit you well,”
the Prince said to dear Cinderel-
la.  But when he slid on the shoe,
he knew not what he’d got into.

“Dear Prince, your buoyant mood I’ll quell.
You think that shoe should fit me well?”
the young girl asked, with nostrils flared.
Her red lips parted.  Fangs were bared.

The Prince jumped back. He was surprised.
“I guess the shoe thing’s ill-advised?
I thought the shoe would fit you well.
It seems you’re under – what? – a spell?”

“I’d say,” sneered Cin, “so please don’t tamp-
er with my heart.  C’mon – a vamp? –
that’s for a vampire?  Your blood smell,
unlike that shoe, should feed me well.”


Notes:  Sorry for the long absence.  I've actually written some poetry this month, but it didn't end up getting posted here for a variety of reasons.  I've also been working on some short fiction, on Flashy Fiction, which is a prompt blog I co-host with several other terrific writers and poets - and I've been tweaking my middle grade, historical novel too.  (More on that another time.)

Anyway, Sepia Saturday, one of my favorite prompt sites, provided the theme of shoes, along with the topmost picture for their weekly prompt.  I wrote the 5/7/5 haiku for that picture, but then another idea crept (not crypt, by the way...groan!) into my head.  I loved the idea of a 'vamp' being in a poem with...a vampire.  After all, a vamp, according to one definition, is a part of a shoe.  It's also a piece of improvised music, as well as a tempting lady.  The form is Quatern.