Another challenge on our message board. If you would like to participate, come to the board. I post a challenge every weekend and you'll find the link
HERE. When you get there, click 'General Board' and the topics will appear.
I put a list of things, or items, that must appear in the poem. Each item must have its own stanza and the poem must have a theme. Participants must use at least 5 words from the list, or they may use all.
They don't see a picture until the page is published.
This is the list for this weekend (12-15-07)
"change of direction"
The poems are very imaginative and quite different from each other. I thought the results were very good and if you like what you read, let the poet know. We love feedback.
The Christmas Project
The little wooden bridge over the pond in the Christmas center piece made a wonderful touch.
It looked so real, and didn't cost much.
It was really a bargain price the day I saw it at the dime store.
I knew it would be wonderful with the miniature ice skaters on the round mirror and more.
It was cold outside as I hurried along to look for a few pieces of fir tree greenery for around the mirror.
My mittens felt good as I picked up my pace as Christmas was getting nearer and nearer.
I didn't want a change of direction, I knew just what I wanted to complete the piece.
I had found some little flocked trees, a tiny church with stained glass windows and a few small plastic geese.
The sun was setting, what little there was in the sky that snowy day.
Soon it would be dark, the sky black as it was overcast so no time to look for a sleigh.
The hours always seem to pass so fast when you are on a mission for a Christmas project.
I still needed a few more pieces for my center piece to collect.
They were playing Christmas music from a speaker on the square,
And that put me in the mood to look for a tiny log cabin, but where?
In the hardware store window was a tiny log cabin that burned incense logs, and the smoke rose threw the chimney for effect.
I rushed in to buy it as it was just perfect.
It was late when I got home, but I couldn't wait to put the little scene together.
I was inside now so no need to worry about the weather.
I paused to reflect on how the mirror looked like an outdoor skating rink with the miniature skaters, church, cabin and fir trees placed just so.
It was so much like the one my Mother made, that a few tears welled up and made me feel a warm glow.
By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)
The old wooden bridge Uncle Silas bought,
And then dragged it to the farm,
It sure beat fording the creek,
For always we surely did get wet.
He bought it for a bargain price,
When the county did a new steel one build.
So now it is dilapidated,
But at least my feet stay dry.
Homemade woolen mittens I wear
As well as my long underwear,
But the old horse drawn wagon continues on,
And nostalgia stays with me.
A change of directions they say is good,
But shucks I am just like the horse and that old bridge,
Old and near worn out,
But we just keep moving on.
Black is the color of the trees,
As the sleep made them that way,
Black as the coldest day,
But I grin for I am very much OK.
As I drive this old team along,
Music does fill my head.
Songs we sang as a boy,
Songs from going to church.
But goodness, mercy me,
The new music I cannot take,
Rap and clank, clank it I call.
So I smile each time I cross,
That old wooden bridge here on the farm,
For it does take me back,
As I smile and wave right back.
By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
HE PUT ON HIS WARM MITTENS
AND A SCARF ON HIS NECK
WENT OUTSIDE IN THE SNOW STORM
THEN LEFT THE PORCH DECK
THE MITTENS HE HAD BOUGHT FROM
A YARD SALE WAY LAST SPRING
FOR A BARGAIN PRICE THEY WENT
WITH ANOTHER SILLY THING
THERE WERE BLACK MENACING CLOUDS
AS THE SNOW PELTED DOWN
BUT YOU ALL KNOW OLD CLEM IS
A STRANGE ACTING CLOWN
HE MARCHED TO A STRANGE MUSIC
NOBODY ELSE COULD HEAR
TROMPING THROUGH THE SNOW STORM
CARRYING A CAN OF BEER
THEN WHAT SEEMED LIKE HOURS GONE
WAS ONLY MINUTES FOR REAL
CLEM FOUND THE PATH HE WANTED
HE HEARD THE CHURCH BELLS PEAL
HE CAME UPON A WOODEN BRIDGE
AND CROSSED TO THE OTHER SIDE
THAT WAS WHEN HE STOOD THERE
STICKING HIS THUMB OUT FOR A RIDE
FROM THE OTHER DIRECTION CAME
A CAR WHIZZING ON BY
IT SKIDDED TO A STOP REAL SOON
TO PICK UP THAT NUTTY GUY
CLEM STARTED TO CLIMB IN THE CAR
BUT HIS HAT FLEW OFF HIS HEAD
HE CHASED IT DOWN AND GRABBED IT
BUT BY THEN THE CAR HAD FLED
By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)
The Rich Young Widow
A change of direction
I'm tired of perfection,
Fun is good
So many lost hours
Spent alone on dowers,
Dance is good,
Off goes the black,
He's not coming back,
Off to a club,
I'll buy a red dress nice
At a bargain price
Shoes with stiletto heels,
Mittens, the kitten must be alone,
He can curl, cause I'll be gone,
Paintin' the town,
To match my dress.
I'll dance to the music,
Swing ‘til I'm seasick,
Adored by one or two,
You know the rest.
Cinderella's jeweled carriage,
A wooden bridge will cross to marriage,
No longer a widow,
Will I be,
Ah, but it's just a dream
Too good to be true it would seem,
Come here, little Mitten,
Curl up with me.
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
'Ice skates at a bargain price, only one pair left,' the sign said.
They were dove-gray, her size, and priced just right.
She had a few dollars left in her Christmas savings account
So why not buy something for herself? she thought.
The shop was crowded with people buying gifts.
As she made her way to the shoe department, she hummed along with the music she heard.
"That will be twenty-four dollars and ninety-five cents, sir," the clerk said.
Oh no! She frowned. Someone had just bought the skates!
Disappointed, she left and headed for the river.
Afternoon skaters would already be there and she would watch awhile,
Then later that evening she would come back and skate.
The hours would pass quickly enough, and she did love to skate.
That evening she headed for the old wooden bridge.
It wasn't her usual place to skate but it was the prettiest spot on the river.
Others apparently thought so, too, because there was already a crowd.
Someone had built a big bonfire on the bank and they could toast marshmallows.
She was tying her laces when she glanced up
And saw the man she had seen in the shop.
He was skating with a beautiful blonde-haired woman
Who was wearing what should have been HER pair of dove-gray skates!
Her heart sank, but the woman was very pretty.
She was holding hands with the man and they were skating side-by-side.
They skated past her and she heard him say,
"A change of direction." He turned to face his partner and they skated on.
She didn't know how long she sat there watching,
But she stood, finally, and was about to skate off when they came over.
"Are these your mittens," the man said, bending to pick them up.
She laughed. "Why, yes they are. I pulled them off so I could tie my laces."
"I lost my scarf last week," the blonde-haired woman said, smiling.
The man patted his partner's arm. "Maybe Santa will bring you a new one."
She realized, suddenly, that this beautiful young woman was blind.
"Santa has already been good to me," the woman said. "He gave me these new skates."
By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)