So, today, I’m going to “cut you loose” a bit. There are so
many more poetry forms to share with you but sometimes you just have to say
what you have to say. Enter . . . “Free
Verse.”
There are not really any rules to writing “free verse.” Let me say a few things before
you just leap for joy and say - "Oh goodie, no format to follow."
Well, that IS entirely true - Free verse has no set pattern of rhyme or rhythm,
no rules about the number of lines or how to divide it into stanzas or verses .
. . or not. Everything is up for grabs and so suddenly, "Free Verse"
becomes one of the easiest and at the same time, one of the most difficult
forms of poetry to write.
YOU are in charge - if
YOU say it's poetry, then it's poetry. Once you have finished it - read it
aloud and see if it flows. If not, you can make your lines shorter - or longer
- or adjust things so that when you read it aloud it becomes like spoken music.
THAT'S free verse.
It can be heartfelt,
silly, serious, educational, spiritual, sad or simply tell a story or relate a
feeling. It can describe an object, animal, person, place or whatever you
decide to write about. “Free Verse” 30 Poems in 30 Days #NationalPoetryMonth
Guess
I’m in a reflective mood today – here are two free verse poems that I wrote:
Arizona Sunset - photographer, Bob Murray, has given me permission to use his photo |
HOPE
Hope creates
options.
It still can
happen.
In fact,
anything CAN happen.
Hope is what
we cling to.
I hope I am
doing enough.
I hope
people understand the purity of my motives.
I hope my
family will all be together in the hereafter.
Why do I
have hope?
Because I
believe what Christ said when He came.
I believe He
really did die for our sins and that
through the
atonement of Christ
and the
power of the resurrection;
I can be
raised up unto life eternal with my loved ones.
That is what
I hope for.
And because
I have hope
. . . I keep
trying.
© 2015
Stephanie Abney
World Changers
You can
change the world.
The power is in you.
You can brighten someone’s day
With how you smile at them
And what you have to say.
You can change the world.
You need not write a song or
paint a masterpiece.
Just acknowledge the person you’re
with.
Give them your time and
attention,
Whether young or old, rich or
poor.
You can
change the world.
Give someone
some slack,
Share a kind
word of encouragement
Get to know
someone
Witness
their life so they don’t go unnoticed.
You can
change the world.
Do these
things and you may be pleased
At the joy
that comes from being kind,
From being
present with just one person
Or even with
yourself
You can
change the world.
Be kind,
give another person value
By giving
them your time and attention,
Especially
if that someone is very young
Or very old.
And if you
look around
At the end
of the day,
Don’t be
surprised if
The person
whose world you change
. . . is
you.
© 2015
Stephanie Abney
Please
remember – any poetry found on this blog, written by me, is my personal
property and may not be used without my permission. The same goes for any poems
that are shared in the
comments section of this blog. They are the property of the person who shares them.
These poems are their original work and no one may use them in any form without
their express permission. It is understood that they own the copyright to it.
Thanks!!
And if you choose to post your poems
on your own blog – that’s awesome. But please don’t just copy and paste my
daily instructions, but rather post your poem and LINK BACK TO THIS BLOG POST
for others to read the instructions. Thanks for respecting my work.
6 comments:
In my life
There have been many pets.
We've loved and lost a lot
But that's the way it is
For a pet owner
It's like any kind of Love
Whatever you put out
Comes back to you
Pets love us unconditionally
Just like our Heavenly Father
Is it any wonder that
Dog is God spelled backwards
I am grateful for all the animals
Who've been part of my life
And I wouldn't have it any other way!
In the Spring our streets are lined with trees
which stretch forth their pink and white blossoms
in gestures of hope and expectation
which is never realized.
Ornamental, they told me, when I asked
why the blossoms unfold in great splendor and
then merely fall, fruitless, to the ground.
Am I this way, I wonder, full of grand gestures, and yet
barren of that which glorifies the real Hope that is in us?
Okay. This is mine: http://murph4slaw.blogspot.com/2015/04/a-voice-in-darkness.html
I'd put it on here but the pictures help make the story.
PS. I sure love reading your poetry, you all who set quill to parchment here.
These are all great!! Thanks for participating.
I did one but didn't really like it so I did not post it.
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