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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Portrait Poem


Only a few more days to go before the Chef and I renew our vows and pledge our love and commitment to each other for the next ten years! I am not able to talk about any of this at home because I have not really told him that a priest is coming to the house to bless our little home and growing family. I have always been more of a ' i'd rather beg for forgiveness than ask permission' kinda gal and truth be told, I know that my handsome Chef will be the first one to say 'I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat'.  That is why I am surprising him - that, and I also want to throw off any scent there might be lingering around regarding our trip to Paris next week!

With all this silencing going on, I have found out that keeping my mouth shut kind of stifles my writing efforts. It seems if I cannot blather on endlessly about nothing, then something substantial never materializes. Maybe not a huge problem if it were back in the hazy days of summer when I had no pressure to produce proper pieces, but HELLO!! I am in the middle of a 'Poetry Semester' and have to deliver some fine lines on a weekly basis.

Thankfully, my classmates are all feeling a little pressured so our very cool Poet/teacher (Mr. Gerry Hanberry) gave us a cool little exercise to get the creative juices flowing. 

Why not have a go yourself?

Portrait Poem

I am..........(a teacher, a mother? a few different things)

I wonder..........(curious about)

I hear..............(an imaginary sound)

I see.............(an imaginary sight)

I want.........(an actual desire)

I am..........(repeat first line)


I pretend...........(some fantasy)

I feel............... (something imaginary)

I touch.............(an imaginary touch - like the moon)

I worry.............(something that really bothers you)

I cry................(something real and honest)

I am................(first line of poem repeated)


I understand..............(something you know is true)

I say......................(something you believe)

I dream.................(a fantasy desire)

I try......................(something you make an effort about)

I hope.................(something real that you hope for)

I am..................(repeat first line of the poem)

So now that you get the jist of the exercise, here is my early morning attempt!


WISE Portrait
I am a writer
I wonder if I am a good writer
I hear voices in my head every day telling me what to write
I see the opportunity to write, everywhere I go
I want to do my PhD
I, am a writer.

I pretend that I am organized
I feel like I am drowning in a bog of brown and murky thick water
I touch the tip of my pen to paper and draw pictures when I am supposed to be ‘writing’
I worry that if I do not work hard at everything I do, I will fail
I cry when I loose my marbles
I, am a writer.

I understand that everyone has to die
I say ‘I love you’ to my partner every day
I dream that someday someone important will want to make a film out of ‘My Story’ 
I try not to get mad at my children every morning
I hope that they forget all the times I am cross and relish the memories of the good days.
I, am a writer.





Those are all the WiseWords I have for this very rainy 
(and even a little cold) morning here in Galway.

WiseMóna

2 Comments:

Becca said...

LOVE your "I am a..." poem :). And can't wait for Friday, it's going to be a great day filled with love, family and friends :).

WiseMóna said...

@ Becca - thanks. I am so excited I cannot sleep!!

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