It's Thursday.. Please enjoy these three!

"Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind."
- Catherine Drinker Bowen, 1897 - 1973

"Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death - fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous constant."
- Edna Ferber, 1885 - 1968

"Good writers define reality; bad ones merely restate it. A good writer turns fact into truth; a bad writer will, more often than not, accomplish the opposite."
- Edward Albee

1:) A Haiku!

Run Away

copper curls rest on
a bulging backpack pillow~
stars light the night sky

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-16-2009


2:) Another Haiku!

Stormy Night

rain beats out a song
drumming on a hot tin roof~
frogs croak with delight

written by: Patricia Sawyer
6-16-2009

3:) A new style of poetry for me..It is for a contest on PoetrySoup.com .. Apparently it is considered to be a very challenging Poem to write..All of the comments left for me there said I did Great!!! I do wonder though if anyone would say so if a poem was Not good?? No one has even told me I wrote a bad poem.. From what I have read a few people even gave up on this challenge.. This style was new to me.. I don't think it would be a style that I will write very many of but I did enjoy writing this one.. Now hopefully you will enjoy reading it too.. Just for your Information.. I have many poems listed on Poetrysoup.com.. You will find me by My Name.. Patricia Sawyer!


My song- ( Solfège)-

Do- Re- Mi-

Do..Dodo.. flightless bird
fearless of humans; easy prey!
Extinct so long many believe you a myth....

Re master of universe
mirror image of Ra...worshiped
by millions seeking a ray of hope..
a ray of sunshine warming heart and soul...

Mi.. Mi.. ME
Calm me.. breath..deeply breath..
help me.. bless me.. sing my song..
Do - Re- Mi-

Fa- So- La-

Fa away from everything;
everyone I love.. wishing..
dreaming.. desolate..

So- so- Sewing
Grandma's old sewing machine..
bright colors.. tiny stitches..
warm quilts... So- so- Sew!

La- La- La-
Sadness.. Dark.. gloomy..
overwhelmed.. lonely.. Tears..
La-La-La-...LA! LA! LA!

La- Ti- Do-

ti-Ti- piercing.. Heart weary..
Ti.. Ti.. Tea!
a hot cup with lemon and honey..
faith ..hope.. a ray..

Do- stronger now!
Do- Do- Do what you have to!
find strength.. it's there..deep inside you..
survive! grow! learn! LIVE!!

do- re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do...
DO- RE- MI- Fa-So- La- ti- do!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
7-27-2009


Bonus!! ~And to help you understand the poem a Bonus!~ Solfege or Solfeggio, is a method of assigning a syllable to every pitch / degree of a scale. Instead of singing the actual names of the notes in the scale (eg. c d e f g a b) we use the syllables instead (Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti). There are a few different versions of Solfege in use but this is the one they suggested for the purpose of writing this poem..

Solfege was created in the 10th Century to help monks to easily learn the chants for the mass. Guido d' Arezzo was having a difficult time teaching his monks the Gregorian Chants for the weekly mass services. He devised a system of placing the notes of the scale on his hand. Each note had a symbol on a different part of his hand. In this manner, he could point to a symbol on his hand and the young monks would sing the corresponding note. An entire song could be sung just by pointing to the different parts of his hand. The "Guidonian Hand" was widely used in Europe. In the 1600's the French standardized the use of solfege as we know it today. Most of us have sung Doe a deer... ect. in elementary school music class.. I will admit it was quite a challenge to write a poem in this way.. How do you think I did?

That's three for you this Thursday! I hope you enjoyed the things I have shared with you tonight.. Feel free to comment and remember I will even try write a poem from a word list you provide.. as long as I don't have to look the words up.. in other words don't send me your College chemistry Vocabulary words... I know that sounds like I'm lazy but you don't use words you don't know the same way you used common words..and for me words have to flow... Yea I know ... you still think I'm lazy...believe me.. writing is not all talent.. it does take some research and that is a lot like work.. Have a great day!
Patsy!

Etheree Who?

"Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them." ~Dennis Gabor

"Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes." ~ Joseph Roux


How to write your own Etheree! ~An etheree is a ten-lined poem whose structure is based on the number of syllables in each line. The first line has one syllable, the second line has two, etcetera, until you reach the tenth line with ten syllables. ~ What do I want this etheree to be about? ~Think of your longer words related to your topic. They will be much more difficult than coming up with your shorter lines. ~Write each line carefully, making sure to count your syllables. If they are not the right quantity, it is not an etheree. ~ Read it through a few times to make sure it makes sense. ~Title it!


When I first started back to writing every day, I decided to learn as much as I could about different forms of poetry. I was amazed at how many different forms there are. Even now I learn of new forms almost every day. I get e-mailed prompts that will tell me what type I am to write each day.. Of course as usual for me I signed up for every prompt I could find so I will be getting way more than I could possibly write each day! But it does give me lots of choices!

One form that I had never heard of but liked right away was the Etheree. The first time I was trying to write one I got a phone call right in the middle of it and when I told my friend I was writing an Etheree she said, "Etheree who?" I laughed because it does almost sound like a woman's name. Today's poems are all Etheree. They are much harder to write than you would think. Extra syllabels will sneak up on you if you don't count them closely. I hope you all enjoy these poems of mine today. Have a great day!!
Patsy


Etheree Who?

Who?
Not Who.
Etheree?
Yes, Etheree!
A poetry form.
Are you sure? She's Foreign?
What country is she from then?
No Not foreign. A poem Type.
Oh I can't type either. She can type?
I'll call you back when Etheree leaves then!

written BY: Patricia Sawyer
11-8-2008

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Oh Happy day!

How
Many
words does one
Person need to
say Goodbye to you?
The soul mate who has strayed.
No Begging allowed you see.
Just goodbye and you leave us four.
Like the years never touched your heart.
I bid a stranger goodbye this happy day.

written By: Patricia Sawyer
10-28-2008
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The Gypsy Camp

Brass
bells ring
along swamps
shadowy edge.
Children running free;
flutes echoing laughter;
cimmerian eyed beauty
hips swaying to an earthy beat.
Simple suppers roast over fire.
Welcoming the despised plebeians home.

an Etheree
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
11-4-2008