The Member's Corner
The following works were done by our members. Enjoy, reflect, contemplate!
Get out that piece of paper and send us your own messages. Happy writing!
LIGHTNING STORM STRUCK!
Dorothy
Gonick and Ivy Ciaburri
The day grew dark
We swithched on the lights-
Boom, crash, we shook
Out went the lights.
Joe shecked upstairs,
I looked about
Nothing wrong there
Though power was out.
Ventured outdoors,
I sight met our eyes,
One tall spruce,
Split-now 1/2 its size.
Proud spreading crown,
Lying prone on the grass,
Bark in all places
Thrown by the blast.
Twisting round the trunk
Where lightning had hit
Like a zipper, had opened
a deep gaping split.
The charred pointed trunk
Looked like a spear
None else was damaged
So gone was out fear.
BWR Poetry Word Session with Bill Wampler - Word is 'sprite'
Eliot Thaul
SPRITE = Theasurus and dictionary as a Goblin n, an elf, a Fairy, etc.,etc., etc. Also
a commercial beverage "sprite"
Hear Ye ! -- Hear Ye !
Sprite ! - Sprtie!
The foaming Bubbles
Chase all the toubles !
Give me sprite !
It's just right
I can sip it all night
It's a cool - refreshing drink -
That tastes better
Than water from the sink.
Of course -
There are many other drinks
That equally rate !
But - You must always remember -
NOT TO OVER CARBONATE!!!
10 THINGS THAT START WITH 'SP' THAT ONE COULD BE YET I WOULD RATHER BE A
SPRITE
Linda Bratcher Woldyka
spinster
spelunker
spokesman
spook
spotter
sparrow
specialist
space cadet
spelling bee champ
A LOVE STORY
Diana Gomez
It was the summer of my 35th year.
Green lush around me ridiculed
the dark, dank, death
of a shadowy innner existence.
I met her one afternoon
immediately attracted to her lightness
I fell in love.
We corresponded in writing at first.
Hers -- huge, swirling, emphatic
in her distaste for the confines of lines.
She became the rainbow of my tears
the artesian well of joy.
Her image was small, filmy
primarily a mischievous grin
with an aversion to gracity
lifting me to heights
long buried beyond memory.
That summer we planted a garden
walked in moonlight
wrote poetry, painted pictures
dared to dream.
Her name, Sprite, was one I consulted
a dictionary to understand, this child=like being
playmate, muse.
We no longer need to write.
I see her atop trees or clouds
smiling, inviting me to look up
and not get lost in the earth's gravity.
LAUNDRY DAY
Cheryl A. Madden
Frau Schmitt hung out the wash.
White over the hill, machine guns roared.
As she pinned up a dress, women cried,
When she hung up a shirt, children died.
She pegged his tunic on the line.
Whild dead men fell into pits of lime.
She picked up her basket
As the bullet whined.
She walked back inside.
While the bodies burned.
The wind turned early in the day
and blew the smoke the other way.
Herr Schmitt came home form the hill,
From his work at 'Some kind of mill'.
(Just what he did, she never knew!
He read his paper as the ash pile grew.
He ate his holiday meal in peace.
Leaned back in his chair and asked Elise
"What did you do today, dear wife."
Shyly she confided her daily life --
"I hung out the wash to dry in the sun.
Then baked your favorite holidya bun."
His good little wife in every way.
she never asked how he spent his day.
WARNINGS
Molly tabachnikov
The bedroom sprite
Kept me up all night
With dreams of you
The evil you do.
The garden gnome
Who guarded my home,
Said, "He'll do you dirt.
He'll make you hurt."
The attic elf
Said, "Keep to yourself.
Harden your heart,
He'll rip you apart.
But the whispered word
Wasn't truly heard
When faced with the fire
That you inspire.
I tender my love,
My treasure trove,
And if you're wrong,
I'll still treasure your song.
ROOT / PEOPLE
Jhena Plourde
There are people who are like roots
and exhaust the soil,
drinking all its water
until it is parched and thirsty.
They suck the life out of it,
fingers closing in,
choking the poor earth
and leaving it
gasping for breath.
Soon the dirt dries,
of oxygen deprived.
It's nutrients depleted.
Yes, some people are root
and treat you like dirt.
THE FIRE DANCE
W. C, Wampler
All it took was fuel and a spark.
brought together by chance.
Now we had tools in the dark,
such tremendous advance.
We felt the air rushing in,
saw the smoke fliying away,
Now we were able to begin,
to put to work some day.
We had heat, we had light,
illuminating our stance.
We could meet in the magical night,
and watch the fire dance.
