Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest Entry

Yup I'm participating in yet another blogfest hosted by Shelly called the Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest
I am going to the parade and the fair today with my beautiful girls so I will not be around- but I will catch up with all the participants through out the week.




Her rules are easy:
"1. Follow this blog
2. Sign up by filling out the Linky below
3. Write a Poem
(ANY kind of poem or you could even blog about 'why I hate poetry.' I'm cool with that.)
4. Post your poem the week of July 11th-14th (midnight PST)
BAM!
You did it!"
So without further waiting here is a poem--




Donella
by Summer Ross


A lost gentleman envisions a light
A ray of hope in despair…He declares
“Donella- brown haired fairy girl”
A name given by a tender maker.


Her diaphanous wings spread,
Floating a small frame, diluted
In affections and safety.
His misconceptions. She lingers.


She is but the polish on
his beaten, disheartening thoughts.
He is the dark whisper and laughter
in her shrouded memories.


Disorientated is the gentleman
within his awakened state.
Empty in his compassion,
shattered in his own darkness.


Wing tips break as chains
bind her within his heart.
Panic filled tears, falling
down polluted, frail skin.


Her spirit chants of banshees
reaping hope from their screams.
Gnawing jagged teeth against shackled,
endearing thoughts, gutting love.


Donella falls through cracks,
carnage of unfilled delusions.
She lands, shattering wings
against unyielding stone.


The stone engulfs the docile creature
stuffed in its pocket, salt lingers
on a garnet half smile, when
she opens her eyes the stone whispers,
“My pocket fairy with broken wings.”


(Please do not copy without my permission)

I've updated my blogfest tab at the top- don't forget to check it out and see whats coming up!

A-Z: "J"

In case you didn't know I write poetry. Recently I have started a  fairy chapbook. Here is a fun poem for the letter J- which happens to start the name of a curious little fairy named Jena.

(You do not have permission to copy this in anyway.)

 

Jena

I saw a big round human once,
as white as fresh dropped snow,
with dark brown eyes and an orange nose.
I flew to say hello.

His arms extended from his sides
like branches on a tree.
My friends watched on with silly grins,
he would not speak to me.

I fluttered 'round his face once more,
to give a little show-
And then my friends called out to me,
the man was made of snow.

Beautiful

One of my recent poems-
 I have been trying out new ways to write poetry-

 Beautiful

By Summer Ross

Mother tells child,

“you are beautiful”

And smiles.

Sunshine outside, laughter rings out

Today

Out rings laughter. Outside

Sunshine smiles, and,

“beautiful you are”

Child tells mother.

For Phenomenal women everywhere!

And In case you are unable to see the actual reading of this wonderful poem here is the poem....

PHENOMENAL WOMAN
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

from And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.

An Invent of Person

                        via Wikipedia

Quick funny to share:

My daughter was watching Lady GaGa. Jasmyne is 9 and she says "Mom you know she licks girls. That makes her gay"

 "Oh?" I replied wandering through my course material.


 "Well yeah. But not the "gay" happy, its the new kind of "gay."


I couldn't help it guys- I busted out laughing. The "new" kind of gay...lol out of the mouths of children..

When I first started in college I took a fiction writing class. My prfessor urged us to use an introductory poem, (based off one that was published) to introduce ourselves in class.

So here is that poem, and you know what- I can already see ways I have changed for me.




 

An Invent of Person

Summer Ross 2009

I am Summer.

I’ve lived 27 years.

I am a student of school and life.

A woman afraid of dying.

I may be short, but I don’t bump my head.

I have brown eyes that look small without glasses

And burgundy mid back hair.

I always wear it down and get it caught in doors or zippers.

I am a mother and a lover and a fighter,

I’m always last, but my kids come first.

I hate bloody food and love corn on the cob.

I am older than Miss,

Younger than Mrs.

I love the smell of cookies and gas.

I never drink water but have sugar in everything.

Flowers are sweet but all of them die.

Fairies brighten my day.

I eat cereal at night with cinnamon and sugar

My inspiration comes in the middle of the night.

I like Funny songs and anything blue,

I hate rumors and snow.

I like bookstores with journals, the smell of old books,

And feathered pillows because my head slinks down them.

I collect all pens, have too many notebooks, and don’t read enough.

I’m not sure God exists, I hate politics,

But my kids know who the president is.

Pearls are ugly,

I’m allergic to gold, copper,

And fake jewelry.

Diamonds are a rock, and

A ring will never define me.

I have a 7yr old named Jaz and a 5 yr old named Kayla

They grow up to fast.

I miss their giggly smiles when they visit their dad.

I believe women are stronger than men are naturally,

I do not care about congress or the House,

maybe someday my kids will.

My ideals are my grandmother Pete and

My good friend Breeze.

Secretly I hate my mother for dying.

I am a feminist

I hate to be alone.

I’m crazy about paper with lines or blank

I hate that I don’t always clean.

I love fuzzy blankets, high-heeled shoes, and cuddling

With my teddy bear.

I drink to dance, and dance for fun with a bit of jack on the side.

I read romance for the sex scenes, and watch horror because

They are funny. Even though I shut my eyes.

I love soft kittens and playing video games.

I like techno in my music and adore Michael Jackson even though he’s accused.

I don’t like money, but adore things that jingle,

My other pastime is window shopping.

I cuddle with friends on couches,

I flirt more than I should.

I can’t live without a cell phone, and

I don’t watch much TV.

I hate driving and wish someone would always drive me.

Vanilla in anything is nasty, but I love the taste of chocolate.

I talk too much often, never eat enough, and wish darkness would

Never come.

I prefer Summer to Winter but will never move.

I don’t like sex, but love being touched.

I think too much,

I write to little, but hate deadlines.

I’ve always wanted to be an author.

I wish people understood me better,

Sometimes I think they do.

But I have friends who love me

For exactly the way I am.

I’m irrational with emotion,

Quick to anger.

I hate being in pain and taking pills.

I’m not really funny,

I think to serious, but am often optimistic.

I love the day but hate mornings.

I love English for the writing,

Maybe I’ll be a teacher.

I’m constantly worried and scared of the dark.

I have my own opinion.

My name is Summer and this is 2009.