A Ballad of Cowboys in Books – Poetry

I was born and raised to love cowboys
From Duke to Eastwood for sure
John Wayne was always my guy,
And Eastwood I would hate to endure

I loved every Zane Grey I read
And Louis L’Amour was the same
Fair ladies to save from the rustlers
And the cows headed home on the range

As I have grown much older and wise
I still have cowboys in dreams
They’re rough and they’re tough
And in books they’re my favorite theme

Right now I’m reading a western story
Of love,riders, horses, and life
The cowboy is handsome and smart
And the lady he’ll win for his heart.


This is my current book to read and review. How could you not love a cowboy that looked like this?

I know I don’t have the meter quite right, and some of the rhyming is off, but after thinking about what a ballad should be about, and the fact that I love cowboys, this seemed like the ideal hero.  While I don’t actually think that much about cowboys, occasionally I just want to sigh with longing for a good John Wayne film.  I am actually reading this silly Christian romance book with a gorgeous cowboy. It puts me in the mood for anything western.  A cowboy up on a horse saving the fair maiden…. or rescuing her as she gets into a pickle…

I could not even attempt Anaphora/Epistrophe.  I’ve never been good with they rhyme thing anyhow, but I think I would like to attempt to try it sometime.  It sounds like a really fun device for writing poetry.

So, cowboys and westerns for my hero ballad. It’s a start that I think I want to improve upon.

An Elegy of Online Dating – Poetry

Dante wrote about Purgatorio and the mists below
While you compared it to Silent Hill
I wondered could we escape the games and forgo
All the pain this dating is uphill.

We tried to become something more impossible
And I got lost in how you talked
Sometimes two people are not possible
A romance that is over talked.

A murkiness obscures my sanity
I’m left wishing it was done
Shrieking out fits of profanity
While you are sulking in your fun.

I was hopeful this  thing would work with you
But you have made me shy away
It seems a waste of time so hard to do
And I want you out of my life today.

Should I give this online thing another try
Trying men on like endless shoes
Or should I hide and back away to cry
Or dust of  my heart that’s bruised?

Okay, this was one of the harder forms. I don’t do elegies, and I’m not even sure this is an elegy.  I was struggling trying to figure what one even was, despite reading Tennyson and Emile Bronte. Both wrote elegies and I like them, but I rarely deal in sad rhyme.  But, it’s an attempt and I would like to branch out with this one.  Fog, I’m not sure the metaphor is there enough.  Fog was something this online guy and I were discussing and how Dante wrote about it in Purgatory (I’m reading the Inferno right now) and this guy compared it to the horror film Silent Hill, something I refuse to see.

Well, anyways, it’s an attempt.


A Concrete Herringbone – Poetry

herring                bone                   in                   the sky          a storm’s               coming

a storm               of long               ing                   for a              change              that won’t

come soon          enough             to suit                 me as           impatience            colors my

thoughts           and dreams         feel like               fantasy          and hope is            further away

than I                  thought             it could               be, but              I don’t want             to give up

so do I let the storm cover me over or do I break free and let the rain come down?

they say that salt water fixes everything; tears, sweat and the ocean…but rain is sweet


Okay, this isn’t specifically ‘animal’ other than herringbone, which is what the clouds looked like as I stepped outside tonight. I’m not good with concrete poetry since I have never played around with it much, butStephen Fry in his “The Ode Less Traveled”, talks about it in some very unique forms. It is also mentioned in Poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge. I love it and sometimes it is stunning. I have seen several pieces of this poetry come out of today’s challenge. I am suitably impressed. (I’ve linked a few at the bottom of the post) And you can see what the sky looked like below in the picture I took, which gave instant inspiration to this challengeherringbone

I love enjambment as it is so amazing to have that heart wrenching break. I really feel a twist in my gut  when I am jolted from a smooth, flowing line that stops! And I have to continue on the next line. It thrusts   me forward and I feel affected by poetry that uses this. I think Billy Collins is good at using it, and e.e. cummings was known for using it as well. (side note, I don’t like much e.e. cummings but a few)



Below are some of my favorites

  • Fly   (prodgic.wordpress.com)
  • No longer human     (janebasilblog.wordpress.com)

  • A Kiss     (cnalfonso.wordpress.com)


Poetry – Distrusting Trust

Day three of the poetry challenge.  How The Daily Post seems to pick themes that affect me so, wonders me frequently. Other than I can find meaning in just about everything.  Today’s theme of Trust is rather apropos considering my feelings on it regarding someone in my life.

So here it goes


Do you see how you affect me?
Insecurity at your words
Standing here like a lost child
Tears have become my new friend
Reap the rewards of your cruelty
Unbroken is how you stand
Still I ache at what you said
Trust? What does that even mean now?

I can’t even attempt the device of inner rhyme. It’s not a method I like, nor do I want to really attempt to cultivate it much. I find it strange. But maybe somewhere down the line.


Poetry – Journey Limerick, Oh God

(Because Limerick should stay a place, not be a poem!)


There was a young man on a journey
From Jaberwocky to Jamburry*
He jetted and jived
As he jolly jump dived
But he never went to see Journey.


There was a man on his travels
Whose sweaters always unraveled
But he carried some string
Some very fine thing
And knitted while walking on gravel.


I knew of a man from Kearney
Who said he went to see Journey
He wore crazy sweaters
Said they were better
And he did travel to Burney

*Not a real place, but who said these had to be real words?

Oh my gosh. I have never been a fan of limericks. Partly because they never turn out right in my opinion. And these are far from right. They are so out of left field. I wanted to write about journey as a metaphor. Partly because I am dealing with online dating. (that is so much of a journey) But I couldn’t get the word ‘journey’ out of my head. So these are really really bad limericks!  But how can you not laugh?


Enjoy. Maybe tomorrow will be better. And maybe I can play around with ‘journey’ as a metaphor later.





Unrequited Letters – Flash Fiction

He poured his heart and passion into the letters he wrote her. Long, romantic missives. Short, tiny notes folded into secret notes. He told her of his hopes and dreams. Of his delight in her newest dress or the remark she made as she conversed with the grocer. 

He had mounts of letters. Piled so high a slight breeze might disturb and send the snowy sheets into a cascade of drifts and eddies around his small study.

For he never sent her the letters. Always afraid of how she would respond to his devotion, he wrote letters till he died, always pining for her.


Letters, and specifically love letters, have been in my mind lately. I have been thinking about writing letters to lovers

Bright Star (film)

Bright Star (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

(not that I have any at this moment… and note the use of the plural. I’m laughing at that) Writing letters to friends and families. I love how John Keats and Fanny Brawne wrote letters, though that whole thing is rather tragic. We won’t go there.


I love letters. Have I mentioned that a time or two? *said with tongue in cheek* I’m sure you could search my posts for just letters and find all kinds.


I long to write a lover a love letter. Pull out my red wine ink and pen something that is romantic. And this bit of flash fiction made me think of that and unrequited love, which has hit me a time or two.


Poetry – Water and Simile

Liquid life force flows
rushing and overflowing
boulders peeking up.

The first challenge of the Poetry 201 is haiku. I love haiku, but I’m just not as comfortable with getting the seasonal aspect down. Because while you can make anything into a haiku, the traditional seasonal thing is what gets me. The unsaid ‘winter’ or ‘summer’.  All because you use one word or line that denotes the season.

But the creek is full and gushing and water is so crucial where I live. It is a life force.

Next I decided to play around with just water without the haiku, still sticking with the rushing water.

Life Force

The liquid life force that flows downstream
rushing as the storms have passed
covering over the banks where I walked.
Sandy beaches are no more sandy;
the creek has swelled to a white water rapids river.
Now I stand on the bank in dismay.
How do I cross the river to the other side?
How do I reach the promise of new thoughts?
I now must bide my time till the water settles down.
Settles down to a placid old man waiting with his newspaper,
until this unruly child has it’s temper tantrum.

And I have no idea if that’s what I’m going for or not. There is an unspoken feeling in there. Probably mixing with my own emotions of waiting. Well, it’s a start.


Poetry 201 Coming



I signed up for The Daily Post’s Blogging University: Writing 201-Poetry challenge. Or practice. Or whatever it is you want to call it.  I’m looking forward to practicing my poetry a bit more and delving more into how it works.  While I hope to be able to post most of it, I’m sure there will be certain things that I can’t or won’t post because at some point I would like to submit some of my poetry to literary magazines.


So stay posted… haha, I crack myself up.  And keep an eye out for poetry for the next two weeks. And you can track other people in this challenge with the tag, writing201 within your Reader.






Lizzy & Jane – A Review

_225_350_Book.1428.coverLizzy & Jane by Katherine Reay; the sophomore novel by the author of Dear Mr. Knightley, is just as charming as her first.  Lizzy and Jane, sisters, are nothing like their namesakes. In fact they are much more like Anne Elliot and Mrs. Musgrove from Persuasion if I had to pick two people from a Jane Austen book to compare these two. In fact, Lizzy, the one telling her story, alludes to Persuasion several times within the story.

Lizzy has lost her touch in cooking. Just just doesn’t have that zing she had when she first opened Feast a small restaurant in New York City, funded by the charming, but ruthless Paul Metzger. Paul decides Feast needs a bit of help, so in comes the dazzling and popular chef Trent Murray.

Now, not only has Lizzy lost the top position in her restaurant, but her sister is struggling with breast cancer and chemotherapy, something their mother succumbed to back when Lizzy was in high school. Lizzy has never forgiven Jane for leaving after high school, being eight years older, and never coming home during the time Lizzy’s mother passed away. Needless to say, there is animosity between the sisters.

But Lizzy needs a change. So she packs up and flies back to Seattle to visit and try to find that zing she has lost.  From dealing with her sister’s chemo treatments, reacquainting herself with her father and nephew and niece, and even meeting Nick, Jane’s colleague in the marketing world, Seattle is almost more than Lizzy bargained for. And Nick is more than Lizzy expected. Single father of an adorable little boy, he’s a cautious man that has been stunned by Lizzy’s sharp New York self. But he can’t stay away. Somewhat like a Mr. Darcy we all know and love.

Will Lizzy get her zing? Will she and Jane ever reconcile all their past hates? Will Lizzy end up with Paul, Trent, or Nick?  I want to tell you. I really do, but I say just read the book.

I cannot rave enough about this book. I loved Dear Mr. Knightley and I was hopeful Lizzy & Jane would hold up to the stellar review of Ms. Reay’s first book. It has and in a stunning novel. A book that made me want to cry, laugh and plot the ending myself. I seriously thought Lizzy should end up with Paul. Then Trent. And I really like Nick too. There were so many twists to this story, the theme of Jane Austen floating through the story, from food to sisters.  The food alone and descriptions made me want to eat my way through this book. (Ms. Reay, I wish you would have added in all the recipes for this book! Can we say bacon ice cream with maple syrup, anyone?)

This book is seriously within my favorites book. I want to share it with everyone, yet I will not give up my copy, it’s too good.  If you like Jane Austen, or read Katherine Reay’s Dear Mr. Knightley, then you will love this book. Five out of Five stars.

This book was provided to me free through Harper Collins Christian Publishing via BookLookBloggers for my honest review.