PTWWW-Found Poem: Stand

Photo via @NU_Sports

Photo via @NU_Sports

Stand With Purdue.

fans at a basketball game paint letters across their chests,

usually the name of their school or its star player.

a group of Northwestern students,

went with something more meaningful-

when the Wildcats hosted Purdue.

a gunman shot and killed Purdue student Andrew Boldt

inside the school’s electrical engineering building.

Stand With Purdue.

publisher of PurpleWildcats.com tried to approach

the students with “Stand With Purdue” on their chests,

in hopes of landing an interview.

They didn’t want the attention.

Cool stuff.

Stand With Purdue.

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For Paint The World With Words poetry form of the week: Found Poem. A found poem relies exclusively on outside text, ‘as is’ for the most part, for creation. The poet determines the shape and form the poem will take.

My poem comes from this story by Jeff Eisenberg. All credit for the words goes to him, I merely reshaped them into a different form.

Hats off to the students at Northwestern, and condolences and thoughts go out to those affected by the tragedy.

Haibun Thinking: Precious Time

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Pictures of moments slide through in flashes. Tiny feet taking the first stumbling steps toward embrace. Toward freedom. “Daddy, Daddy, I did it!” Those first wobbly pedals as I let you go, finding the balance necessary to stay up on your own. “Daddy, Daddy, I did it!” The day you came home with your driver’s license, all smiles as you show off a horrible DMV photo. “I did it, Dad.” Sitting as I watch you cross the stage for your diploma, waving at your mother and finding your friends to celebrate. “Later, Dad.”

I remember those moments so clearly, but as I watch you descend into the ground, all the moments in between blur and twist. “I’m tired right now.” “Not now, I’m busy.” “We’ll play/watch/do something later.”

Later came, and I was too late. I thought we’d have more time, but the truth hits me: There’s never more time, only now.

“I’m sorry, son. I didn’t do it.”

When the Earth reclaims,
memories are what we hold
loss of precious time

There’s a new challenge for you haibun writers out there: Haibun Thinking. There are two prompts to choose from. One is the quote above. The other is this photo:

Ranger and Monty © Kathryn Forbes 2013

Ranger and Monty © Kathryn Forbes 2013

Head on over and check out the challenge. The people hosting it are great and I’m sure you’ll enjoy.

J. Milburn

Carpe Diem “Little Ones”: Not So Small Things

This week for the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special challenge “Little Ones” we are asked to create an American Sentence. Created by Allen Ginsberg to make an “American” form of haiku, the sentence follows the same syllable count as a traditional haiku: 17.

It differs in often including a time or place, and is also written left-to-right instead of vertically. Here is my attempt:

A city ever bustles, never slowing; small things are lost in haste.

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Children sleeping in Mulberry Street – Jacob Riis photo New York, United States of America (1890)

From http://www.horizonsforhomelesschildren.org/understanding-homelessness/statistics-definitions/:

Child and family homelessness is an escalating crisis. Accurate data is difficult to obtain and validate due to the transitional and often “invisible” nature of the population.

  • One in every 45 children in the U.S. is homeless each year (Source: America’s Youngest Outcasts: State Report Card on Child Homelessness, National Center on Family Homelessness)
  • More than 1.6 million children in the U.S. are homeless each year (Source: America’s Youngest Outcasts: State Report Card on Child Homelessness, National Center on Family Homelessness)
  • Family homelessness is the fastest-growing segment of the homeless population, accounting for 41 percent of the nation’s homeless population in 2009 (National Coalition for the Homelessness)

Wishing you and yours well.

J. Milburn

New To Me Poetry-Triolet: Memories Fade

Memories fade into the twilight mist;
*confusion-loss* sense of self gone.
Where was I when love first kissed,
memories fade into the twilight mist.
 
Children are treasures sorely missed;
faces of family and friends hidden by curtains drawn.
Memories fade into the twilight mist.
Confusion…loss…sense of self gone.
 
 

For Paint The World With Words “Be Inspired” challenge. This week’s poetry form is the Triolet. A triolet is characterized by having two stanzas of four lines each. The first line of the first stanza also serves as the fourth and seventh line of the poem. The second line of the first stanza also serves as the last line of the poem. It has an ABaA abAB rhyme scheme (capital letters denote repeated lines). There are no restrictions on the length of the lines.

Head over to PTWWW and check out other writers take on the challenge.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn

 

Carpe Diem Special-Only The First Line: “Hunger Moon”

 

hunger moon
stomach growls – wolf on the hunt
child dreams of next meal
 

For Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special’s “Only The First Line”. In this challenge, Chevrefeuille gives a line that must be used as the first line in our haiku. The first line this time is “Hunger Moon.” From Chevrefeuille: “Hunger Moon” is the name of the full moon of January as it is mentioned inThomas’s Old Farmers Almanac (founded in 1792). During this month the wolves once roamed the countryside, thus suggesting the name wolf moon. In cold and temperate climates of the Northern Hemisphere, it was difficult to find food during January, thus the name hunger moon.

Head over to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special and check out this and other special challenges to help inspire your haiku.

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn