Lines by Leon

Poetry Prompt from NaPoWriMo:  This one comes to us from Stephanie Malley, who challenges us to write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. Or, a chapter title from a favorite book.

Each day we write our own chapter and most people don’t even realize it.

You, The Author
 

When the final chapter closes
Will the last words linger
On each question the book poses
While along the spine runs a finger
Will the book be tossed aside
Regarded as a pantomime 
Or something a bit more dignified
That will stand the test of time
Your parents write your prologue
Life gives the option to be heard
While you can’t write your epilogue 
How do you want to be remembered?

Read it again on Medium.com (yes, I do get paid/read): Day 18

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Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces fir Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.

Poetry Prompt from NaPoWriMo:  I’ve seen some fairly funny twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.

The Moon
 
Are you coincidence
Or is your presence providence
Without you
Auroras decrease
Life would cease
Seas no longer pulse against the shore
Life would exist no more
In early times a harbinger
Perfect blanket to the sun
Announcing that the world was done
Never revealing your alter ego
The side of you kept hidden though
Until we broke our earthly bonds
Snuck behind and found
You were same all around
A rock in the sky
Without you
We die

Read it again on Medium.com (yes, I do get paid/read): Day 17

Get your copy before April 30. Odds of winning? Pretty good.

Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces fir Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.

Poetry Prompt from NaPoWriMo: Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound. 

(Note: Hmm, sounds like many of my pieces anyway…)

Ramble On (Not just a cool Zeppelin song...) 

I feel that poetry
Is kinda like climbing a tree
A view that you want to see
In the clouds where you ought to be
Rhyming like Silverstein
Imagery sets the scene
Reflecting what could have been
Defining the mood you’re in
With words maybe not so thin
Starting to sound like Eminem
It’s no longer between us and them
No different just more alike than
We want to admit my friend
I throw down some respect to send
Wordsmiths they are in the end
To all the sixties beat poets and
Eighties rappers I’m now a fan
So now that it nears the end
It’s back to the start again
Now’s not the time to feign 
Grab onto that state of being
Just wipe the slate clean
Remember that I climbed that tree
I just got back to poetry

Read it again on Medium.com (yes, I do get paid/read): Day 16

Get your copy before April 30. Odds of winning? Pretty good.

Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces fir Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.