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Sunday, April 20, 2014

National Poetry Month, Day 20: Good will hunting

We've not heard from George Gordon, Lord Byron, and it's day 20 of National Poetry Month already. How did an admirer of the Romantics let that happen? Let's go with one of his better-known poems, 'She Walks in Beauty':

She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!

And in today's Writer's Digest Poem a Day challenge:
...write a family poem. I’ve actually written a few poems about my family this month already, but you don’t have to restrict yourself to your own family. There are any number of human families, of course, but also animals, insects, and other organisms. Plus, there are “families” of other types as well. As usual, feel free to bend the prompt to your favor.
We've written a wonderfully bad poem, even worse than usual!

To the little girls on Easter

in flowery dresses
and butterfly barrettes,
you search as we watch.
What was hidden
last night as you slept,
today you seek; you’re
confident of the finding,
although not of the prize.
What shall be found
in the long shadows
of Easter morning?
Still, you dance and
run, twirl and leap;
the mystery is your
pleasure, and your
reward. Soon the
baskets will be filled,
the morning’s hunt over,
yet on you dance,
past our waiting arms
and into the day, more
brave than we.

Let's go for the easy one.

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