Sunday, April 4, 2010

Sore Chasing Dreams (Poem)

Sore Chasing Dreams

Sore with chasing
dreams, I scatter

fresh-bought seed
in un-neat rows.

Ravens, wheeling
through cotton clouds,

show me the meaning
of passion

at ground level.


This is a poem for Randoms Act of Poetry sponsored at High Calling Blogs.

Working off four words — sore, scatter, wheeling, passion — I wrote and left this poem in the comments section of L.L. Barkat's post "How to Write a Poem" and then decided today to pull it out and publish it here in its own place.

Anyone may participate in RAP by creating a poem to share. As L.L. suggests, "Just write a sentence with a picture in it. Just choose a few words from another poem to include in your sentence. Break your sentence into lines." Then, drop your link here by Thursday, April 8. And don't forget to read the other contributors' poems. 


Anonymous said...

This is perfect. A perfect picture.

Anonymous said...

cotton clouds
i like that

un-neat rows
creates such feeling

sarah said...

I like this a lot, I'm glad you gave it its own space!

Terresa said...

Love this. The wheeling ravens teaching passion.

Great poetry exercise, too.

Anonymous said...

How you packed in so much with those four words!

M.L. Gallagher said...

Passion at ground level -- really like this!

Glad it got its own pae.


Kathleen said...

This hit home for me, somehow.

L.L. Barkat said...

I really liked this one. So simple, yet profound. I like the crows and the cotton clouds... the sound of that and the visual contrast and really the mental contrast too.

ELK said...

ravens and cotton clouds..i can feel and see the contrast in those words