Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, May 31, 2009

#13 of 25


Jewelry

Beads
Baubles
Crystals
Cubes
polyclay
seed beads
Czech glass
18 gauge wires
pliers
Cutters
WOW!!
Bend it!
Weave it!
Twist it!
Bead it!
Bake it!
Mold it!
Bold, bodacious, Ba da bing!
I love making jewelry!
My own personal flare!
My sassy , sexy diva Bling!!!

*The photo its a pic of the pendent and the handwritten version of this poem.*

Saturday, May 30, 2009

#5 of 25 poem for my poetry challenge


Robotic eye looking back at me
stare down on the walk
students
books
wicked squirrels racing 'cross academic fields
Robotic sentry guarding the collegic block
sentinel, safety bulb
siren
beacon
mechanical substitute for personal interaction

Friday, May 29, 2009

25 poem challenge

Today when I got home from work and the bead store, I felt so refreshed! There is soemthign about knowing that torture is almost over that makes you want to sing. Well, I typically write poetry! So I am issuing a weekend challenge.
Write 25 poems from tonight until midnight Sunday May 31, 2009! That's it! Write them down, post them to a blog, whatever rocks your socks!!! Write what comes to you! WHo cares if it's stellar or not!

I have two already!

#1
Naked by JL Denman May 29, 2009

Naked
dancing
twirling on the cold sheets. Ice blue. Sun fresh scent wafting through open window panes.
naked
living
living boldly like fire flies and antelope. They never meet in life but live bright and free.
naked
singing
chirping summer songs on warm breezes. listening to the echoes sing-dance back again from rocks and wood and flower petals
naked
freed
naked
love
make life
naked
as newborns
fresh as rain
ephemeral as butterflies and dandelion seed
naked
live naked
love naked
sing naked
Oh! the deliciousness of bare.

#2
Sipping through Straws by JL Denman May 29, 2009

Sip
slurp
puckered lips
delicious sensation
Cold liquid, sliding up the swirls
look at it swoop!
So silly these swooping straws
So like babies toddling along wet beaches in frilly bloomers over puffy diapers.

Sip
yum!
delightful lemon!
Icy. frozen bits of tangy summer
So silly. Look! These sipping straws
So like sand castles with salt water moats. floating seashell warriors on make believe quests.

Sip
smile
remembering thoughts
decadent thrill of penny candy
So silly sipping candy through crazy straws!
So like cousins locked arm in arm sharing secrets. about boys and mom’s high heels

Sip
Sip summer through a draw.
So like sunshine happiness.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

New poetry blog

I love to write. I often write poems for jewelry pieces. I haven't been writing as much as I used to with everything going on. However, I adore poetry. I decided to open a blogger blog for poetry and short pieces that I write. feel free to visit there as well.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Titian Temptress - My Bead Jewelry Muse

Titian (tish-en) Temptress: ON the Bead Binge August 11, 2007


Titian Temptress
Sometimes it amazes me how something takes a hold of you and refuses to let go. The muse, of whatever craft or art you choose, snatches you from some other area of your life and drags you into her crafty web spell. I love it! I've needed to get out of one mind and soul and emotional draining suck pool into something more beautiful and uplifting. My writing muse, she's blue, her name is Blue, her skin is blue, her favorite color is blue, her feeding is blue depression or blue passion or blue thunder. I don't know what color my beading muse is. She hasn't told me yet.

She's crafty, that bead muse. Maybe she's not a "bead" muse. Maybe she is a
jewelry muse, or the wire wench. Aaah yes, the Wire Wench! How devil may care, how violent, how brilliant, how savage! Yes, Wire Wench. She's silver. She's silver filigreed with crystal droplets at the corners of her eyes. Her lips are glittered blue, a tribute to her writing sister. Her lashes are 32-gauge silver coils, perfectly shaped. Her skin is warm caramel copper. In the sunlight she shimmers metallic red and quick mercury silver. Her hair is banded in silver and copper it hangs to her waist when straight; it frizzes to bi-colored layers when not. She wears copper and silver chaine maile. She wears copper arm and ankle bands. Down her right side is an African tribal carved and filled with twisted streams of copper and silver.

Maybe her name is Copper Queen, Titian (tish-en) Temptress! That is she!!

An itroduction to Lola D's jewelry muse.