This is a persona poem, a poem written from someone else’s point of view. It can even be the perspective of an inanimate object. In this case, it is what my desk lamp sees. I’ve done it in the cinquain form: Five lines with syllable counts, 2, 4, 6, 8, 2.
She Works
She works.
Blue shirt, red hair
Bent low, thoughts running wild
My light shines like her starry eyes
That search.
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Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
Chapter 3 of my manuscript in progress has been posted.
Out of ideas on what to write about? I recently heard of a site called oneword.com that can help. With a click of the mouse, you are provided one word from which to write. I clicked. Here’s my word: sanity.
Sanity (A Cinquain)
Aloof
Sanity cloaks
My mind, my lips, my rage
In sugar-crystallized sprinkles
of pain.
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Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
Soft light sun warms fawns at play in the morn.
Watchfully, lovingly, carefully
Doe mother, nose nudging, gives guidance.
Leads her fawns to fruit on earth’s green floor.
Hungrily, playfully, happily
They enjoy a bounty of apples.
Said fruit is mine I share with sheer joy,
Giddily, blissfully, thoroughly.
Such visits speak warmly and soulful.
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Photo & Poem
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
Man Sues Over Sperm Bank Hidden Camera
…noticed an unusual hole in the ceiling tile of a private donation room while attempting “to provide an honorable and essential benefit to his community.”
(I’m still amazed how the story said they pay $100 per “donation” and you can donate twice a week!)
This poem is a septet–a seven-line poem with the following number of syllables per line, no rhyme. 3, 5, 7, 9,7, 5, 3.
Colors blush.
Breathless pink rushing
past bashful blue to morning.
Dangling in space, waiting for the sun
to warm their pure desires
for simple beauty
just one day.
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Photo & Poem
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
I made this the other night, and it was great! It’s not too sweet because the mustard and vinegar offset the sugary flavor of the cranberries. Using whole-berry sauce gave it a nice mouth feel. The berries popped in your mouth, making for a nice, fresh-tasting experience
Wouldn’t you know it? I was dreaming about Burgh Media last night again. This time, I dreamt I was sitting in at Big Ben’s news conference:
Big Ben: Hi , everyone! I wanted to hold this press conference to assure you all I’m feeling good and should be back to football in the fall.
Press: Ben, how did it feel to have an accident like that?
BB: Huh? Well, it hurt. It hurt a lot.
Press: I mean, were you sad? Afraid? Confused?
BB: Huh? …Next question.
Press: Ben, do you feel you are as handsome now as you were before?
BB: PittGirl thinks so.
Press: Have you been sleeping well?
BB: Huh? Well, yes, I guess.
Press: Are you eating okay?
BB: Well, yeah. What’s going on…
Press: BEN! Did you eat your vegetables last night?
BB: Did I eat…Hey, doesn’t anyone here have any questions about football?
Press: No. Too boring. Ben, how did it feel to break the law by not wearing your helmet and with an expired learner’s permit?
BB: Look, I want you to understand I didn’t know I was breaking the law. I forgot to wear my helmet. Normally, I wear my helmet.
Press: Ben, when did you last wear it?
BB: What?
Press: Your helmet, Ben, when did you last wear it?
BB: Ummm, my memory’s a little off since the accident. I’ll have to get back to you on that. To get back to what I was saying, I wanted everyone to know I hope to be back at training camp in the fall…
Press: Ben, will you be riding your motorcycle to camp?
BB: I don’t know. I wanted to emphasize there was no harm done to my head or legs, and my throwing arm is pretty darned impressive, so I’m ready for camp.
Voice in the Crowd: Ben, are you sure? About the arm, I mean.
BB: Tommy Maddix? Is that you?
Voice: No, man! Oops, gotta go! See ya!
BB: That sure looked like Tommy Maddix.
Press: Who cares? Do you have a girl friend, Ben?
BB: Who wants to know?
Press: America wants to know, Ben.
BB: I’m not telling.
Press: Okay, well, then what’s your favorite food?
BB: My favorite food? What is this?
Press: If you were a tree, what kind of a tree would you be?
BB: What? This press conference is over. [Storms from the podium]
Voice in crowd: Psst, what did he say about his arm? Is it good?
Press: Tommy Maddix, what’s your favorite vegetable?
Voice: AHHHHH, let me out of here.
Press: You guys want to go to Starbucks for a latte?
[Screen goes blank]
Your lucky day: More
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
