Langley Shazor, a talented writer, graciously offered to be the activity editor for June. He selected—Alliteration--“the repetition of usually initial consonant sounds in two or more neighboring words or syllables (as wild and woolly, threatening throngs)”--Definition courtesy of Merriam-Webster Dictionary. It adds a rhythmic feel to poetic lines.
The Exercise—Langley invited readers to share in his challenge, an open themed four-line poem, with a singular subject or thought. Each line using a different letter or sound. No word count or syllable count restrictions. Writers were asked to title their poems.
What a wonderful response! I would like to thank Langley for his efforts to bring so many writers together. I am grateful to all the poets that contributed to this column. If you missed the deadline, you can add poems in the comments section.
--Karen O’Leary, Whispers’ Editor
Wintry white wisps wondrously whirl
Soft sparkling snowflakes silently swirl
Coolly carpeting countrysides carefully
Dazzling diamonds dancing delightfully
By Jan Allison
Sun-facing spiderworts parade in purple.
Tulips tease teacup roses; petunias
planted in rainbow rows primp and pamper.
Lilies lift liquid lines aloft.
By Michael Escoubas
A Special Girl
Bright bubbly boisterous
Peppy pretty young thing
Always alights a
Feeling of fury
By David Fox
Changes cut connections:
a friendship forgotten
and lustful lover lost;
By Jack Horne
Silence speaks softly, surely
Paralleling promises, provoking peace
As authenticity and autonomy awaken
Beginning, blossoming, beholding beauty.
By Rebekah Townsend
Birches broken by bright brittle ice
have fallen to the forest floor;
the wind whispers words of wise comfort
to me: green grows again, greet great spring.
By Kelley White
Sandy, soft, sacred soil savored
Calm, cool, canopied, carefree place
Picturesque painting a panacea
Luminous, luculent road lumbering home
By Sara Kendrick
Happy humble hummingbird
busy bumble bee
Summer sunshine sparkles
through the tulip tree.
By Barbara Tate
A Wicked Winter
Suspended snow, sprinkled like salt
collects in craters and cradled
by frozen files of fir trees, far
too harsh for human habitation.
By Annie Jenkin
Wooden wagon wheels wobbling
Sometimes skidding side to side
Abruptly alerting an avalanche
Perching proudly, but precipitously
By Elizabeth Howard
Om Mane Padme Hum
Opening over October's orations
My meditations merging into Mandalas -
Prayers persist in perpetual pleading
He in his heavens hears, He in his heavens hears
By Raamesh Gowri Raghavan
gather generations ~~
singing soul songs,
By Karen O'Leary
For the Forty-Nine
Gunned down and gay,
the pride of "Pulse".
Let there be love.
By Ralph Stott
Mirrored madness, should we mourn?
Solemn, standing on a suspended sky
Pure and proud, perhaps we should praise?
Breathless, broken, and yet utterly beautiful.
By Anna Broyles
The Big Day
Lily lined lace covers lashes
Ebony engulfed elegance
Sentinels stand stoic and still
The calm convergence of connectedness
By Langley Shazor