An Ode to a Drawer’s Melange

Are we done yet? Almost, dear readers. I’m starting to hit a wall, my mind is turning a poetic mush. Bear with me a little while longer, if you can. Today, I share with you some of the contents of a drawer in my office. There is more “junk” in that drawer than what is noted below. If you have a curious mind, leave a comment with your best guess of what else the drawer might hold. If you guess correctly, I’llRead more

Stately Fingers

Poetry Day 7: Fingers, Prose Poetry, Assonance   Stately fingers! There are days when I deem you fat and lazy; days when your ways are elegantly long and slender. I lay you across plastic numbers and letters; your favorites are A and eight. Music sways while you drum to the beat of Keith, Adele, Journey and Jason. Gracious fingers! There are days when I curse the tendons within and wonder how you got this way; days when I’m glad forRead more

Red Rose

Poetry Day Six: Hero(ine), Ballad, Anaphora/Epistrophe Have you had enough, my cringing readers, of rhyme and haiku and words you don’t understand? I urge you, come out from behind the hands that cover your angst, for today’s poem is about a hero: My boss. I’ve been yearning to write about her and today’s challenge is a perfect way to share the love, respect and admiration I have for her. I hope you enjoy. The Red Rose stands as a soulRead more

Pauline’s Dream Revised

Back in August, 2014, I wrote a poem called Pauline’s Dream. You can read it HERE. For the Day 5 poetry challenge of Fog/Elegy/Metaphor, I chose to rewrite this poem and the words, but tell the same story. For those of you who are not regular readers, my mom is 95 and suffers from the effects of dementia. When Ben suggested fog as a mental state, this was a natural response. This is the place of my dreams, but itRead more

Concrete Cat Steps

Day Four: Animal/Concrete Poetry/Enjambment Here we go! Plunging to the meat of this poem. Substance and thought, stepping on the stairs of prose. Trying not to trip and falter on a verse or from a cat underfoot. Gibbs! The turn of your haunches wrangle me. Has your plan to defeat your human taken shape? A fall down the concrete steps by the human mom would certainly aid and abet your furry attempt to take over the world…but you have notRead more

Mother Nature

Poetry Day Three: Trust/Acrostic/Internal Rhyme M other, must I trust? O ut of improper belief, warmth’s thief T hat this trust is just H ow do I explain the pain E very time flesh and hide walk outside? R emembering the smile of spring’s guile N ot the angry, bitter cold of your hand’s hold A t a time when I pout and whine T hat spring cannot be but a memory to me U nrelenting you are, by farRead more

Journey on Two Wheels

 On the menu today: Journeys, limericks, and alliteration. They traveled far and wide, on a concrete road Past the mountains, along the coast, the beauty of an ode Two wheels under the seat Carried them in a forward feat Iron motor moving to the music of a rider’s adventure told (Today’s response to 201 Poetry is an homage to my former days as a biker chick. I miss the journeys.)Read more

Dark Water

I signed up for Writing 201: Poetry. Yes, Margaret Rose, I know I’m mad. If you have been reading here at Mary J Melange, you know I occasionally poke an amateur finger at poetry. Much like writing itself, I have not studied this art in detail. I fly by the seat of my fleece-lined long underwear and shoddy black beret. Starting today, I am engaged in two weeks of poetry lessons and writing thanks to Ben and Denise at Word Press. What’s inRead more