From another lesson at our writing workshop, teacher Marilyn Ball challenged us to write a poem with these words: "mustard, daybreak, music, beloved, cold feet, rain, lost, sand." It was amazing how different our poems were using the same words. Try it and post in your comment your free verse poem.
(Photos from my trip to the Oregon coast two summers ago.)
GONE...
Lost on the sandy beach,
rain falls on my cold bare feet.
Here at daybreak, I wait quietly
for my beloved.
His voice calls out to me
like music on the salty sea breeze.
Will I ever see him again?
Tall, tan and healthy with hair
the color of dried mustard
I miss him so. But he is gone.
Lost at sea.
That's a cool exercise!
ReplyDeleteI think your poem 'cuts the mustard'.
ReplyDeleteThat is very well done. A beautiful, though lonely, poem.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you made a lovely poem (and photos too) to go with those random words...
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