Teaser Tuesday: Siren’s Song

Teaser Tuesday post for 23 August 2016
from Storm Siren by Mary Weber

"If you are too weak to fight in this war with a woman, then perhaps you should join your sons. As I recall, they waged their own perverted war upon half the women in this village before I put an end to it."

Teaser Tuesday logoTeaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB (Jenn) at Books and a Beat. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:• Grab your current read • Open to a random page • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Poem: Village Mayor

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 28, July 28th

Prompt: Village in Late Summer

(form:  a sextet of shadormas)

Village Mayor

Our village

is really one street;
not much more
than a block
that dead-ends with a walk-thru
to a walking trail.
The Mayor,
an original
resident
of the street,
knows everyone, young and old;
shares the history
and the news
and the scuttlebutt
about buying
and selling,
the living and the dying,
arranges flowers,
helps walk dogs,
unblocks city drains,
and warns you
to secure
your potential projectiles
when a storm’s coming.
An artist,
she watercolors
local scenes
and wildlife,
turns them into Christmas Cards
she gives out each year
in exchange
for nothing other
than living
on her street,
for living in her village,
for being neighbors.

Poems: When summer showers interrupt & The Picnic

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 19, July 19th

Prompt: Summer Picnic

(form: lune)

When summer showers interrupt…

When summer showers
Interrupt
Just dance in the rain

 

(form: shadorma)

The Picnic
Deep gazes
Eyes mirror blue skies
Bare shoulder
Light laughter
Lighter touch…Now I’m sweating
So…I drink her in.

Poem: Good Vibrations

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 18, July 18th

Prompt: Endless Summer

(form: shadorma)

Good Vibrations

Way cool jazz
at the local lounge
Summer nights
Sultry voice
Shared good vibes with the beauty
who’d become my wife

Poem: Oh, Edna

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 17, July 17th

Prompt: Quoting Writers and Poets in Summer

Oh, Edna

Why would one want
to be all seasons?
Winter is cold and stark
with people cowering
indoors with fires blazing.
Autumn, brilliantly coloured,
is the twilight of the seasons,
the nearing of hibernation
and death.
Spring, the rebirth,
is young and new,
but frought with rainy days
blown all a-twitter.
Summer is sultry and mature,
fully blossomed,
with long days
and hot nights.
So, why should I want you
to be all seasons
when summer is so perfect?

 

Teaser Tuesday: Siren’s Fury

Teaser Tuesday post for 19 July 2016
from Siren’s Fury by Mary Weber

He dodges from the room and, before I reach the door, jerks it shut behind him.  Leaving me standing in front of it, shaking and half contemplating going after or working my way through the entire airship with my knives.

Teaser Tuesday logoTeaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB (Jenn) at Books and a Beat. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:• Grab your current read • Open to a random page • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Poem: Summer Nights are Magical Times

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 16, July 16th

Prompt: Summer Magic

(form: shadormas)

Summer Nights are Magical Times

Summer nights
are magical times.
Shimmering
coronas
surround brightly glowing moons;
Heavenly bodies.

Summer nights
are magical times.
Cold, long neck
Coronas
slake the evening thirsts of
Heavenly bodies.

Summer nights
are magical times.
Moonlit hair
coronas
the face I timidly kiss;
Heavenly body.

 

Poem: Lather, Rinse, Repeat

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 15, July 15th

Prompt: Summer Dawn

(form: shadorma)

Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Summer morn
The sun rises bright
Temp climbs up
Sweltering
Nightly storm soaks, booms, and cools
Resets overnight

 

Dawn always makes me think of Apollo, which is the title of a poem I wrote a few years ago for a different PAD:  https://pubwrite.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/poem-apollo/

Poems: Life’s Lesson Plan & Learning to be me

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 14, July 14th

Prompt: The Summer I Learned to Fly

(form: lune)

Life’s Lesson Plan
There’s no foolproof plan
No secret
Learn as best you can

 

(form: nonet)

Learning to be me
What took me the longest time to learn
was to simply love and accept me.
It took nearly forty years,
but I finally learned
the power others
have over me,
is only
what I
give.

 

Poem: Feeling the Beat

Poem created in response to Poetic Bloomings’ “An Entertaining Summer” Poem-A-Day event

Day 13, July 13th

Prompt: Hot Fun in the Summertime

(form: pantoum)

Two versions:  Both have the same two stanzas, but the final two are different because my first version doesn’t quite fit “Hot Fun in the Summertime”.

Feeling the Beat
I could just feel the beat
creeping in through the walls
there would be no retreat
no slacking at all

creeping in through the walls
came the raucous chorus
no slacking at all
a huge crowd before us

came the raucous chorus
someone fired off a gun
a huge crowd before us
the violence was done

someone fired off a gun
there would be no retreat
the violence was done
I would soon lose the beat

version ii
I could just feel the beat
creeping in through the walls
there would be no retreat
no slacking at all

creeping in through the walls
came the raucous chorus
no slacking at all
a huge crowd before us

came the raucous chorus
at last I found the one
a huge crowd before us
we sneaked off for some fun

at last I found the one
there would be no retreat
we sneaked off for some fun
I could just feel the beat