Write In Motion

Wings (O.S.I.)

2010-01-04T21:02:00.015-05:00

This week's O.S.I prompt is Wings and here is my impression:

Wings dipped into morning
Resting along the sunrise
Swooning on the wind's breath
Now fluttering to the sky
Prism of colors and design
Distinctly delicate and refined
Designed by heavenly creation
Soaring to the firmament with elation

Happy New Year

2009-12-31T12:41:00.007-05:00

Dear bloggers, I wish you all a Happy New Year. May all the things you hope and pray for come true. I chose a unique and succinct poetic style called the Tyburn for my latest entry.
　
Living
Hoping
Dreaming
Breathing
New Year’s filled with living and hoping
Happily free, dreaming and breathing

O.S.I.: Wanderlust

2009-12-29T22:05:00.024-05:00

Hi bloggers. I hope your holidays were nice and special. This week's O.S.I prompt is wanderlust. I chose a unique poetic form called the palindrome (a poem which reads the same forwards and backwards).

Travelling eyes,

Desiring new adventures,

Encounters strange and brave,

Mountains and hills towering heavens,

Seducing shores of sand and time,

Elixers sweetened on daydreamers lips,

Fantasy fulfilling wild imaginations,

---Free-----

Imaginations wild fulfilling fantasy,

Lips, dreamers day on sweetened elixers,

Time and sand of shores seducing,

Heavens towering hills and mountains,

Brave and strange encounters,

Adventures new desiring,

Eyes travelling

Christmas (Acrostic)

2009-12-23T21:35:00.013-05:00

I chose the word Christmas for this week's Acrostic. Here are some photos from my visit to Macy's in Herald's Square.

May you all have a wonderful Christmas and Holiday!!!

Christen the rooftops white
Hail to the holy child
Red adorns doors and garnish
Inches deep in winter snow
Satisfying pies and treats
Tender embrace under mistletoe
Merry making and joyful song
Adventures through piles of wrapping
Seasons of love and giving

Let It Snow!!!

2009-12-20T14:34:00.010-05:00

Yesterday the East Coast was hit with a blizzard from D.C. to New England. Quite a wintry surprise a few days before Christmas.

Buckets of snow

Blankets the

Frozen earth

Dreams of wintry

Wonderlands are

Enchantingly divine

Snow Beau

2009-12-16T22:36:00.008-05:00

Lovely snow cone
Icy beau
To chill the embers
Of my warm blood

Coal eyes
So mysterious
Jolly, yet cryptic
Staring at all the women

Rustic hat
Adorns your crown
Round, robust build
Immovable in the wind

A natural with children
Stoic figure
On glistening hilltops
Bearer of winter

Smoke billowing
From your corn cob pipe
You can chill my evenings
Any night

Lighthouse (O.S.I.)

2009-12-10T23:37:00.015-05:00

This week's O.S.I. prompt is Lighthouse. I envisioned sailors lost at sea and the glory of a lighthouse in the distance.

Portentous waves
Ravenous souls thirst
Portentous waves
Sea creatures hum and stir
Driven by a watery hearse
Madness heightened by the cursed
Portentous waves

Sea babes seduce sailors
Temptress fins beguile
Sea babes seduce sailors
Cast overboard in glee
Hearts are in denial
Fear ceases for awhile
Sea babes seduce sailors

Flickering light of midnight
Burns like a heavenly flag
Flickering light of midnight
Heavenly siren of the sea
Boat racing like a stag
Lost spirits cannot lag
Flickering light of midnight

Holly (Acrostic)

2009-12-06T17:15:00.020-05:00

Hope filled embers crackled in a fire place. The wintry wind shivered against the windowpane. Lonely and desolate were the snow glazed streets.

Oppressive gloom now settled in the loveless room. She rocked resolutely in her chair. Determined not to open her eyelids, she refused to gaze upon the waning daylight.

Lingering was the laughter of Christmas' ago. How she pondered the kisses of her little ones rejoicing under the tree. She favored the lap of her husband and his stirring kisses.

Love was the nectar of time. The narrative of her life. Now weary age dried up the last of her memories. Little ones now preoccupied with families of their own. Distant love was now sent with cards and greetings.

Yearning evermore for holly and trim, the petals of poinsettias lined her steps of yesteryear. Young children gathering once more in merriment. Sipping on hot chocolate and ringing aloud in song, night was filled with love making under the mistletoe.

24 Decembers

2009-12-01T20:42:00.026-05:00

24 Decembers
Arctic chill nipping at the bones,
Wintry white thickens the firmament,
Pale blue skies awaken the heavens,
Frost kisses the fingers and toes,
Eyelids caressed by snowflakes,
Wetting the ground like dew below,
Wind whistling a winter tune,
Tree limbs dance in a winter solstice,
Bon voyage to fall ties,
Pumpkin pie replaced by icicle pops,
Children's elation of school cancellations,
March like toy soldiers in wool coats,
Church bells sing Christmas carols,
And saturates the white night,
Orchestrating a glorious December morn.

I can't stay away

2009-11-28T19:40:00.005-05:00

Dear bloggers,

Yesterday, I felt so sure I wanted to say good bye. Perhaps I spoke so hastily but I truly don't want the site to end. Perhaps I won't post as often but I still want to read what you all have to say and visit your blogs so I will still be a presence in the blog world. I can't stay away from blogging and I can't stay away from all of you.

I look forward to reading your insightful words as always...I suppose that's what I get for hastily calling it quits. At last I can't. Until next time : )

Good bye

2009-11-27T12:31:00.011-05:00

Dear bloggers, it is difficult to write this but Write in Motion has taken its course. It must come to an end. The approaching New Year has made me realize that one must come to face its own realities. I began this blog because I so desperately needed a creative outlet. And I've always been a dreamer of big things. In my mind, I envisioned Write in Motion as being more than it materialized to be. I think being a dreamer is a flaw because it sets you up for disappointment. The pen has gone dry and the dreaming must come to an end. But I am quite thankful to the amazing blogging community out there who are doing so much and making a true mark. I am truly amazed by all of you. Thank you to everyone who has been kind enough to read or visit my site. Your words were the only thing that kept me going until now. I must construct a life anew and rethink what is to come in 2010. Best wishes to all of you.

Thanksgiving (Acrostic)

2009-11-25T22:07:00.019-05:00

I'd like to wish all you bloggers out there a Happy Thanksgiving!! Here is an Acrostic for the occasion:

Thoughts of joy
Heavenly helpings of
Amazing friends and family
Nourishing
Kind thoughts and
Sublime
Greetings
Invitations of
Voluminous laughs
Inspire and fill
Navels and
Generous waists

Creative (O.S.I.)

2009-11-24T21:48:00.015-05:00

This week's O.S.I. prompt uses the word creative. Here is my take on the prompt.

Creative canopy
Bed of
Expression
Possession
Confessions
Creative contours
Expunged on page
On canvas
Sculpted as beings
Or buildings
Feelings
Frothing amidst
The rays of
Abstraction
For an audience
Of one
Or a million
Creative chameleon
Reveal themselves
In the eyes
Of the artist's
Invisible canopy
To the world

Lost Talent (The AMA's)

2009-11-23T21:45:00.010-05:00

Last night, I watched the AMA's and was thoroughly disappointed. With the few exceptions of Janet Jackson opening the show, Jay-Z and Alicia Key's New York song, and the much anticipated return of Whitney Houston, this show was a disastrous disappointment and a waste of 3 hours. After watching the show, the impression it gave me was American music lacks talent. Most performances were erotic displays, without any substance, and drowned out by club beats. As an artist, your music should be as creatively expressive and original as possible. You can't say that about half of the artists today. Perhaps the decaying music industry extends beyond artists to songwriters and producers. Yet, it is difficult to imagine music being reduced to these standards when just a couple of decades ago, we had the likes of Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Prince. These artists literally put their hearts and souls into each performance and could belt out a tune. Perhaps I'm a musical snob, but today's artists have a lot to learn.

Generations of the
Musically inclined
Have receded and eroded
Their rhythmic minds
Notes hollow and empty
Inspiration and perspiration
Neglected and negated
Reservoirs of talent
Bereft in this generation
Of gyrations and palpitations
Bare skin and sex
Sells records
On purring radios
But lacks substantive
Meaning preceding
Generations of old

Simply Snickers: Nonet

2009-11-21T19:00:00.010-05:00

This week's Simply Snicker's Challenge uses the words vain (or vane), veil (or vail), and very.

I chose a very unique and creative poetic style called Nonet. This poetic form consists of 9 Lines (9 syllables) which gradually taper off to one syllable. If you are interested, please give it a go!! Hope you enjoy. The accompany portrait is A Young Woman and Her Little Boy by Agnolo Bronzino.

Portrait of a lady's decadence

Veil secrets masked in opulence

Young lad tucked in vain display

Peeking from her red dress

Trim and frills brighten

A very lost

Unhappy

Quiet

Soul

Betrayal (Acrostic)

2009-11-18T21:16:00.015-05:00

I chose the word betrayal to create a unique and abstract short story. I was very creative and organic in writing this piece, and realized it didn't quite fit the rules. I hope you enjoyed my twist to the challenge. Other Acrostic poets can be found here.

Steam and sweat corralled the air into quiet submission. Drops of her kisses settled heavily on his brow. She felt so familiar in his fingertips, trembling in a passionate embrace for his love. Her rose lips lingered in desire to be kissed. Yet, an anxiousness rose from his chest, seizing his body and mind. Gripped with a paralyzing fear, he was awaiting his wife's hawkish eyes of condemnation.

Her scent lingered in the air and unfurled between the sheets. Her inquisitive breath mocked the other woman. She rumbled like a nightmare and extinguished his lust. The flame went out in her eyes. The rose shrivelled from his grasp as if sensing the woman that held him. Intertwining limbs relinquished their last pose, surrendering to a somber misery.

He groped about the folds of her garments as they quickly vanished. The wine in her veins grew dry like the desert. Youth took flight from the face of her countenance and roots of shame grew in her hair. The bed ejected the foreign woman, and she fled from his presence in horror.

He thrust an object into the mirror. Fragments of him shattered like loose change upon the floor. Church bells clamored in his hollow heart, giving birth to a progeny of lies. Their vows lay tattered beneath his feet like a moth with broken wings. Mirth emitted its last breath; night unravelled on a bitter cord.

The gold band on his finger devoured his flesh, and he swore the eyes of God were upon him. Symphonies of shame and sorrow strummed in his ears like violins. Silently, he arched his back in prayer. His eyes sunk low like a setting sun.

Was redemption possible, he thought, while sulfuric sin enveloped his nostrils? Silence sentenced his soul a cruel verdict: He wore the mask of betrayal and she the face of misery.

Night Watchers

2009-11-16T22:23:00.009-05:00

I rise before the dawning of the morning, and cry for help; I hope in Your word. My eyes are awake through the night watches, that I may meditate on Your word (Psalm 119: 147-148)

Night watchers
Bow in prayer
Heavenly communion
Universal glory
And starlit angels
Be thy guide
To the Lord of hosts

Reflections: A Star Is Born?

2009-11-15T17:22:00.016-05:00

My mind travels to the classic black and white film A Star is Born, a movie that follows a young girl from her small-town world into a smashing success. Granted, I do not desire fame or fortune but I envision myself as that wide eyed, precocious girl, swooning on fantasies and drunk with hope. Sometimes, I am peeking from my window (or computer screen) for the next big thing, eagerly awaiting destiny like the horizon embracing the sun. But it doesn't come. My destiny lags behind on the clock of my world. Dreary weather paints my canvas with rain tapping against my mind. A star is born everyday, I remind myself. But the star in me flickers dimly and I run like the wind endlessly chasing dreams.

Sky Watch: Fly Home

2009-11-13T22:54:00.014-05:00

Here are some photos of birds taking a swim in the park, and one taking flight in the sky. I imagined them preparing for the journey south. You can click the photos to enlarge.

Feathers itching

Warmer winds

Rekindles wings

V-shaped flocks

Journey south

You can view more lovely photos at: Sky Watch Friday

Language

2009-11-11T21:42:00.008-05:00

Language
Barrier of tongues
Syllables unravelling
Coming undone
Foreign lips
Foreign customs
Bow or stand
Eyes averted
Or direct
Use of hands
Or arms
Embrace
Fallen fragments
Tower of Babel
Cascading like
Shooting stars
Unravel my
Language

Simply Snickers: Wandering Mind

2009-11-10T20:36:00.020-05:00

This week's Simply Snicker's Challenge uses the words reflect, refresh, and resound. The accompanying painting is Portrait of Felix Feneon by Paul Signac. Here is my take using the pantoum style.

Reflections of a wandering mind
Zig Zagging along just fine
Shapes stimulate the eyes
Stirring visions of the mind

Zig Zagging along just fine
Strolling with a tune in his spine
Stirring visions of the mind
Resound like sumptuous wine

Strolling with a tune in his spine
Melodious fever rose from his feet
Resounding like sumptuous wine
He dipped in sunlight’s golden treat

Melodious fever rose from his feet
Sky patterns quell the blue like sheets
He dipped in sunlight’s golden treat
And swore the whistling winds said tweet

Sky patterns quell the blue like sheets
Refreshing the spirit, mind, and heart
And swore the whistling winds said tweet
Walk lightly till his fears did part

Departed (O.S.I.)

2009-11-09T20:15:00.012-05:00

This week's O.S.I. prompt uses the word departed.

Departing laughter
Shivering from lovers' lips
Hands eternally wrenched
From tomorrow's face
Absence grown fonder
By days lengthening
On memory's canvas
Distance grows like weeds
In neglected gardens
Midnight ink in glory
Ushers diamond skies
Lighting souls
Departing on journeys home

Champions

2009-11-07T14:16:00.012-05:00

Special shout out and congratulations to the New York Yankees who won their 27th World Championship. All of New York was proud and it was quite a party!!! Here is also a creative poem for the occasion. (Photos courtesy of NY Post)

Victory entices

Many suitors

Seduces

Eludes

Challenges

Enthralls

Chases

Dreams

Divide and conquer

Till vision

Becomes destiny

Crowning Year

2009-11-08T21:41:00.008-05:00

You visit the earth and water it, You greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water; You provide their grain, for so You have prepared it...You crown the year with Your goodness, and Your paths drip with abundance (Psalm 65: 9, 11).

Crowning year

Reign on earth

In the splendor

Wisdom

Love

And glory

Of Him above

Pumpkin Art

2009-11-03T22:10:00.010-05:00

Pumpkin season is winding down but I wanted to share some cool photos from an event I attended a few weeks back. The event is called Blaze, a lit up design of carved pumpkins in a myriad of shapes. It's amazing what artists can design with pumpkins as their canvas. You can click to enlarge the photos. Enjoy!!!