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One Word at a Time   Leave a comment

One word at a time

To begin your journey, pick up the pen,
Write that prose or rhyme;
Though book or sonnet, each must be written
One word at a time.

Tune in the melody your ear does chime
‘Till harmony does float;
Each lullaby and symphony sublime
Starts with just one note.

Let palettes of vision your canvas coat
With hue stark or lush;
From sketch to masterpiece is not remote,
Take in hand the brush.

The spirit once seen and heard will not hush,
No more silent mime,
The dream once savored, muse’s nascent blush
Will but higher climb.

© 2006 Kate Sender

Prompt: “When asked, ‘how do you write?’ I invariably answer, ‘one word at a time.’” Stephen King

Virelay ~ Interlinking quatrains, 1st and 3rd line long, 2nd and 4th line short; linked by rhyming 2nd and 4th line of first stanza with 1st and 3rd of second; etc., final stanza, link the short 2nd and 4th lines to the rhyme of the same lines in the first stanza. Though no meter required, I tried to sustain a rhythm where I could.


Santa’s Sleigh ~   6 comments

Santa’s Sleigh

Christmas Eve is a Special Day
When Santa’s Elves pack up the sleigh,
Reindeer fuel up with oats and bran,
Harnessed to fly o’er sea and land.

Now this I knew ’til I was six,
When told it was a parent trick;
Tall tale to keep us kids in line,
Be good, not bad, at least sometime.

But when I told my Dad I knew
That Santa wasn’t really true,
He frowned and took me by the hand
Christmas Eve on the lawn to stand.

He watched the sky and I watched him
Wond’ring why we stood there bone chilled,
Gazing up at the twinkling stars,
Squinting hard, to see up real far.

“Look, over there, watch straight up high,
It’s Santa’s sleigh crossing the sky.
See it flicker with reindeer light,
Too wobbly for a plane in flight.”

Dad never lied; I trailed his gaze
Peering through our breath’s frosty haze;
And yes, I saw flickering light
As Santa’s sleigh flew by that night.

Many years passed, along with Dad;
But each Christmas Eve, I still stand,
Searching for the flickering light
That wobbles a bit as it flares up bright.

I smile when I see the glow in the sky,
Glad Santa, today, did not pass me by;
But again did gift my memory’s eye
With Dad’s tender gaze, his hand holding mine.

© 2009 Kate Sender

To each of you my Yuletide wish; that you recall with bygone childhood’s wisdom, the real meaning of Christmas.  Brightest Blessings.

Hello world!   Leave a comment

A weblog for my pencil to scribe in words poetic and prosaic – a platform to build for verse and prose – as versatile as my deviated nose.
Okay, rhyming, so what,
The writer writes and I am the poem.
Write On!

Posted August 10, 2009 by Kate2World in Writing

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