Poetic Moments~

[My Erotic Trail]

sun shine through the clouds
on a rainy day

rainbows over a majestic river

a child's smile

a love's embrace


(what do you concider to be a poetic moment?)

 

[WickedEve]

Sometimes, a moment just happens, and you know it's poetic. For me, it's usually something odd. lol
Well, the last one wasn't. My daughter was running in front me, and she went around the corner past a flowering bush. She was out of my sight for a minute, and I thought about how I'll remember moments like this. Then I thought about how she could be all grown up by the time I come around the corner of the house--and some day she will be.

 

[annaswirls]

Eve, I am so with you.

My little guy is sentimental.

The other day he was climbing one of his favorite trees-- a tree that had fallen over, but landed on another tree, making about a 45 degree angle climb. After reading a Ninja story to him, he was much more brave and had a good technique going.

He asked if I had my camera; I didn't.

He put his fingers to his forehead, squeezed them and made a crunching noise.
"Do this mommy, so you can remember this picture forever"

He was telling me to take a picture with my mind.

That is what a poetic moment is to me. One you just have to take a picture of with your mind.

 

[WickedEve]

Our kids are usually poetry for us. I think when you have a child with a disability, you tend to focus more on small moments. Katy is in physical therapy to help develop her motor skills. They sent home a paper telling me that she still can't jump rope very well. Last week she climbed a tree, and I had to take a dozen picture of her doing it. So, I don't worry too much about the jump rope. She'll get it in time. And yeah, I have to write poetry about it all.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I recall an injury I recieved that had me out of work on medical leave to heal. I was designated the baby sitter for a week. I was trying to get this little girl to follow me, so I said, "Walk this way"

as I walked down the hall bent over slightly from my wound, the child folded her arms to her stomach and walked as if injured also <bigrin

 

[WickedEve]

I recall an injury I recieved that had me out of work on medical leave to heal. I was designated the baby sitter for a week. I was trying to get this little girl to follow me, so I said, "Walk this way"

as I walked down the hall bent over slightly from my wound, the child folded her arms to her stomach and walked as if injured also <bigrin

Ha! When I had my car accident two years ago, it lead to surgery on my knee. My oldest had to hobble around the house like mommy. It was so much fun for her. Of couse, it's fun when you're not in pain. lol I'm always writing poems about the things my kids do. It's like mine own little poetry journal about my kids. My ex used to be my poetic moments to write about. I miss writing mean poetry about that bastard. I need to call him and see if he says anything to piss me off.

 

[eagleyez]

As with those who have written above, my poetic moments stem from my kids, particularly my now 11 year old. He loves to fish, and as we are surrounded by rivers up here, there is no lack of it (fishing.) I have taught him to be reverend of his catches, we always catch and release, and we have a favorite spot under a bridge where he never fails to land sunfish, big bass and assorted other river dwellers.

I remember when he was abot 8, I took him out and he caught his first fish all by his lonesome (no help from dad). The look on his face is indelibly etched in my mind, as the fish he caught was a 2-3 lb smallmouth bass, no simple feat for a little guy with Zebco rod and reel.

Love is poetry, poetry is love. The world is full of marvel and I never cease to marvel at the growth and knowiness of this, my creation. He is my poem, along with his teenage brother. Im a lousy poet, but strive mightily to be a good dad.

Peace.

 

[WickedEve]

As with those who have written above, my poetic moments stem from my kids, particularly my now 11 year old. He loves to fish, and as we are surrounded by rivers up here, there is no lack of it (fishing.) I have taught him to be reverend of his catches, we always catch and release, and we have a favorite spot under a bridge where he never fails to land sunfish, big bass and assorted other river dwellers.

I remember when he was abot 8, I took him out and he caught his first fish all by his lonesome (no help from dad). The look on his face is indelibly etched in my mind, as the fish he caught was a 2-3 lb smallmouth bass, no simple feat for a little guy with Zebco rod and reel.

Love is poetry, poetry is love. The world is full of marvel and I never cease to marvel at the growth and knowiness of this, my creation. He is my poem, along with his teenage brother. Im a lousy poet, but strive mightily to be a good dad.

Peace.

That's poetic.

 

[TheRainMan]

My ex used to be my poetic moments to write about. I miss writing mean poetry about that bastard.

So's this.

Kinda in a different way, though.

 

[WickedEve]

So's this.

Kinda in a different way, though.

In a very different way. lol

 

[My Erotic Trail]

As with those who have written above, my poetic moments stem from my kids, particularly my now 11 year old. He loves to fish, and as we are surrounded by rivers up here, there is no lack of it (fishing.) I have taught him to be reverend of his catches, we always catch and release, and we have a favorite spot under a bridge where he never fails to land sunfish, big bass and assorted other river dwellers.

I remember when he was abot 8, I took him out and he caught his first fish all by his lonesome (no help from dad). The look on his face is indelibly etched in my mind, as the fish he caught was a 2-3 lb smallmouth bass, no simple feat for a little guy with Zebco rod and reel.

Love is poetry, poetry is love. The world is full of marvel and I never cease to marvel at the growth and knowiness of this, my creation. He is my poem, along with his teenage brother. Im a lousy poet, but strive mightily to be a good dad.

Peace.

when my son turned 18 and moved out of the house, as sad as it was I rejoiced and ran around the house naked. Two weeks later Templeminded and I was called in to take care of our two nephews. Their mother had been arrested and taken away. We petitioned the courts and recieved custody to keep them from going to Foster homes. Starting, the raising children all over again.

I use to go fishing every sunday religiously, so I took the oldest which at this time was three years old. I gave him a 'Snoopy' pole and we fished. It wasn't two minutes later he caught his first fish and with out any help he ran up the bank dragging the fish behind him. He may not have been able to 'reel' em in but he damn sure figured out how to get it to shore. A small catfish come flopping on the bank as he kept running and running till I could catch him and asked why he was still running. He said the 'fish was chasing him' <grin

 

[Liar]

Anything that surprises me.

 

[eagleyez]

when my son turned 18 and moved out of the house, as sad as it was I rejoiced and ran around the house naked. Two weeks later Templeminded and I was called in to take care of our two nephews. Their mother had been arrested and taken away. We petitioned the courts and recieved custody to keep them from going to Foster homes. Starting, the raising children all over again.

I use to go fishing every sunday religiously, so I took the oldest which at this time was three years old. I gave him a 'Snoopy' pole and we fished. It wasn't two minutes later he caught his first fish and with out any help he ran up the bank dragging the fish behind him. He may not have been able to 'reel' em in but he damn sure figured out how to get it to shore. A small catfish come flopping on the bank as he kept running and running till I could catch him and asked why he was still running. He said the 'fish was chasing him' <grin

Thats what Im talkin about...

 

[polarized]

I can relate to all of the above concerning children.

One moment for me although I never put it into words was when my daughter was born, so incredible holding her in my arms for the first time, as it still is 9 years later

I use to go fishing every sunday religiously, so I took the oldest which at this time was three years old. I gave him a 'Snoopy' pole and we fished. It wasn't two minutes later he caught his first fish and with out any help he ran up the bank dragging the fish behind him. He may not have been able to 'reel' em in but he damn sure figured out how to get it to shore. A small catfish come flopping on the bank as he kept running and running till I could catch him and asked why he was still running. He said the 'fish was chasing him' <grin

I love it

That reminded me of the first time I took my daughter fishing, watching her jumping around all excited catching this little, tiny sunfish. hehe

 

[MyNecroticSnail]

sun shine through the clouds
on a rainy day

rainbows over a majestic river

a child's smile

a love's embrace


(what do you concider to be a poetic moment?)

Looks like Tofu
more like Fu An

 

[My Erotic Trail]

is it a poetic moment..

to watch a snail crawl?
...a butterfly fly
or a beatle on it's back?

 

[Tzara]

is it a poetic moment..

to watch a snail crawl?
...a butterfly fly
or a beatle on it's back?

Sir Paul's legs squiggle, struggling
skyward. His spindly Samsa
imitation metamorph
is merely metaphoric
for our too uneasy dreams.

Where's Ringo when you need him?
Please, somebody. Help knight up.

 

[Senna Jawa]

Exactly the same moment can be caught in two different poems. In one it will be poetic, in the other it will not.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Sir Paul's legs squiggle, struggling
skyward. His spindly Samsa
imitation metamorph
is merely metaphoric
for our too uneasy dreams.

Where's Ringo when you need him?
Please, somebody. Help knight up.

some where, I have a poem about a beatle on his back but I couldn't find it ...yet. Here is one that may fit.

Hermit in a Shell
by My Erotic Tale ©

Hermit in a shell
against ocean swells
bluer than the sea

Sandy trails bled
over mountainous dunes
beaten by a woman with a broom!

Secluded rejuvenation
strengthened his legs
with weighted shoulders
carried his burden bed

Then picked up by a bird
carried across the burning beaches
to a merridian of kinship words

Dropped on his head
stars circled above
a crack in the hull
from a helpful gull

The Hermit was crabby
found a new shell
there he dwells
but not quite yet happy

A big gust of wind
rolled him over again
his legs stuck up in the air

The rains poured down
and he nearly drowned
he thought it would end right there

The tide came in
and swept him away
he still lives to this day.

A time or two he may have fell
but he strives and doing well
the Hermit in his shell

 

[RhymeFairy]

the children ~

I too have written about those simple lil moments in life that pull
at the heartstrings, and play us parents so well ... Every night
I rock my LilOne to sleep. While doing this we always pull up
the window shades, rock, sing and giggle. Some of the questions
and answers are priceless, for this is truly where being a parent,
is the stuff dreams are made of ~


Tha Moon n Stars

Can you see that star,
right ... there. It shines
for you baby, just
for you.

Cuddled close, feeling
nothing, but motherly love.
Pouring, sinking
every crevice filled
with warm cotton candy
treats, snow cream licks
love. Filled with love.

He wants me to give him
tha moon. Asks me nightly,
Mommy, can I have it
please.

No baby, we have to share.
Tha moon is for everyone,
to fill us all, with peace
n love.

But ... Mommy
I want to touch it.
No baby it cannot be,
for you see it shines above,
every single night for all
to see.

Covers up to chin,
that smell
his baby smell.
I hold n rock,
a mothers dream.

Every night
every day.
To hold my child
n wish tha moon
for him. Tha stars
each one
for him ...


...

 

[wildsweetone]

poetic moments are in life for me...

sunsets, sunrises, dew drops, bumble bees, skinks, babies smiles and tears, in moments that wrench my heart and sock my soul, in waking, life and death.

trouble is, i don't always have the ability to write the powerful feelings i have from things that move me.

how crazy is that eh?

*sigh*

what point is there to being able to feel these things, but not to be able to write them as powerfully as they're felt?

...on with practising...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

poetic moments are in life for me...

sunsets, sunrises, dew drops, bumble bees, skinks, babies smiles and tears, in moments that wrench my heart and sock my soul, in waking, life and death.

trouble is, i don't always have the ability to write the powerful feelings i have from things that move me.

how crazy is that eh?

*sigh*

what point is there to being able to feel these things, but not to be able to write them as powerfully as they're felt?

...on with practising...

yep, I heard that poetry is easy
describing it is hard <grin

 

[Tzara]

sun shine through the clouds
on a rainy day

rainbows over a majestic river

a child's smile

a love's embrace


(what do you concider to be a poetic moment?)

I, quite frankly, find the concept of "poetic moment" absurd.

I mean, what isn't a poetic moment?

I, or more likely someone who is actually a good poet, can write a poem—a good poem—about damn near anything. Doing your taxes. Walking the dog. Changing the oil in your car. Arithmetic. Don't matter. "Poetic moment" merely means that someone of talent has looked at some event and made an interesting comment on it using poetic technique.

Now, watching your kids, or your loved one, or the beauty of nature might inspire you to try and capture something about what you're feeling at the moment and turn that feeling into a poem. Probably more that doing your taxes does. Certainly more than doing my taxes does. (Strong drink, anyone?) But it ain't intrinsically more "poetic."

'Leastwise I don't think so.

 

[TheRainMan]

I, quite frankly, find the concept of "poetic moment" absurd.

I mean, what isn't a poetic moment?

I, or more likely someone who is actually a good poet, can write a poem—a good poem—about damn near anything. Doing your taxes. Walking the dog. Changing the oil in your car. Arithmetic. Don't matter. "Poetic moment" merely means that someone of talent has looked at some event and made an interesting comment on it using poetic technique.

Now, watching your kids, or your loved one, or the beauty of nature might inspire you to try and capture something about what you're feeling at the moment and turn that feeling into a poem. Probably more that doing your taxes does. Certainly more than doing my taxes does. (Strong drink, anyone?) But it ain't intrinsically more "poetic."

'Leastwise I don't think so.

Ditto.

Oh . . . you are a good poet, mr. modesty.

 

[The_Fool]

Exactly the same moment can be caught in two different poems. In one it will be poetic, in the other it will not.

SJ,

Honest questions. No barbs or points to argue on my part. Do you consider poetry to be written better when written with or without emotion? Do you think the poet has to be connected, disconnect or can he be either? That is assuming that the person is capable of writing poetry in the first place.

Where does passion fit into your view of poetry?

I don't think that you like what I write that much, but neither do I. When I do write, many times I am not directly connected but instead am observing or just enjoy the way the words play as they scroll out on the screen.

Many people think that emotion gives their poetry greater value than it has. But that is only true for themselves and maybe those that feel that same emotion.


Just curious about your thoughts.


Fool