Secrets to Share


The following illustration by Florence Edith Storer was offered this morning at Monday's Child: fair of face where many talented writers come together to offer children's poetry based the illustrated prompt posted each week.  Come join us.

Illustration: Florence Edith Storer

Secrets to Share

we gathered

within blustery

summer days

awaiting

secrets held to share with friends

 our special moments

Petrina Lesko

April 2011

The poetry form shared here is Shadorma, a spanish form taught today over at One Stop Poetry in this weeks form lesson.  This is my first attempt at Shadorma and I will be linking there at well.

Creativity Lingers



photo by Lauren Randolph
as offered @ One Stop Poetry

Sunday Photography Interview

Reality's fenceposts holding strong,

Creativity lingers, drifting...

Images held a part, can this be?

Mind's matter questions, could this be wrong?

Moments in time planted like stakes,

Life whitewashed for all those who see,

Words rise from the depths of beings,

Deflated lives fell within time.

Creativity lingers, drifting...

Realitiy's fenceposts holding strong.

Petrina Lesko

April 2011

This, my entry for One Stop Poetry's photography interview of Lauren Randolph this week, a puzzling prompt of opposites.  Stirring far-fetched worlds, and reminders of how topsy turvy life can really be at times.  Hope you all enjoyed my take.  Stop by there to share your take and explore more about Lauren Randolph's wonderful photography.

RIP my Friend

I posted this poem four months ago today, sharing the excitement, the eagerness that my roomate's dog Lucky always showed in every moment spent outside.  This morning she got out and ran for the 'Freedom of nature' that I spoke of in the last stanza, eager to chase the scent...  She disappeared faster than we could follow.  While we were out searching, trying to catch a glimpse of her whereabouts, she met with a dangerous road.  Unfortunately, she did not navigate the nearby busy street well enough in her eagerness this morning.  My roomate found her a short distance from our home, beyond help.  I thought it fitting to repost this poem as she is now chasing scents and living the 'Freedom of the hills and fields' with our other friends whom have passed on.  Rest in Peace my friend, rest in peace.  You will be dearly missed!

Lucky Dog Dreams



We walked, eyes wide open into the vast space,
You stand aware of each breath of wind,
Each voice hidden in tiny spaces, searching the day,
Trespassing through the rose bushes, catching scents,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.

Ears perked, listening to the whispers of the frog,
Head cocks to watch the flame-like leaf swirl,
Fluttering downward, catching a breath, twirling,
It lands in the lifeless bed, flames laying down to ash,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.

Wings flutter past, catching your wide open eyes,
You spring forth, the excitement welling up, eager,
The bird dances in the air above, only to land beyond,
Beyond the length of your leash, just beyond hope,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.



Moments of Guidance, reminders of all that is close,
Excitement burns within your soul, eager to see,
With eyes wide open, to see the Freedom of nature,
Desire burning within to chase after rabbit scents,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.

Petrina Lesko
December 2010

White Mountain Ash

Had just a quick glance at the prompt early this morning, then  a busy, busy day in the high 80's with scorching sunlight...  Hours upon hours later, I sit here trying to let all of the busy moments rinse away with thoughts of rain and this wonderful prompt.....

Mag 60 at Magpie Tales

Dim darkened clouds, angered skies sash,

Holding your tears well into the night,

Greying worlds collide.

Tensions well beneath holding too tight,

Thundering voices, lightning crash.

Drenching moments bathe in a flash,

Rinsing free tender hearts of sunlight,

Colorful worlds pride.

Emerging seeds blossom within sight,

Rising wonders, white mountain ash.

Stormy skies abide,

Colors rising stride,

Timbers reaching, white mountain ash.

Petrina Lesko

April 2011

I am linking this poem over at Magpie Tales for this weeks prompt #60.   Now I'm off to check out all the other wonderful poets.  Please join us.

Who Be the Lady



Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci
as shared by Magpie Tales


Who be the lady he doth paint,
He strokes the canvas lightly while,
Captures the essence of your smile,
Setting here, are you feeling feint?

But of the knowing just might taint,
Histories wonder of your guile,
Who be the lady he doth paint,
He strokes the canvas lightly while.

Painted lady with such restraint,
Eloquence shared, be this your style,
Mystiques held, such doth sooth and rile,
Demure, composed... a little quaint,
Who be the lady he doth paint?

Petrina Lesko
March 2011


Thank you Tess, for another fabulous challenge with Mag 59, this weeks challenge for Magpie Tales.  And as this is another attempt at a Rondel, I shall also link this to One Stop Poetry for this weeks OSW.

For Lessons Taught

Illustration by Freddie Langeler 1920's
as offered at Monday's Child: fair of face

The gnomes and fairies fine did come,
For lessons taught by Mr. Hare,
With friends his words, oh we will share.
To learn the lessons we did hum.

Yes coats and tails and hats were some,
To this party we all did wear.
The gnomes and fairies fine did come,
For lessons taught by Mr. Hare.

With wings held back, before and from,
The mouse and bird, tried hard to care,
And cake with all, Sir Hare did share,
To rhythmic words our feet did drum.
The gnomes and fairies fine did come,
For lessons taught by Mr. Hare.

Petrina Lesko
March 2011

The above poem is my first attempt at a Rondel.  Due to adding the last line, it is actually a Rondel Prime.  It's pattern is ABba abAB abbaA (for Rondel) adding B (for Rondel Prime).  It is written in iambic tetrameter - 8 syllables with the stress on the second foot.

The inspiration came from both Monday's Child: fair of face and this weeks illustration by Freddie Langeler and today's lesson, Part II of Rondels over at One Stop Poetry co hosted by Samuel Peralta and Claudia Schonfeld.  I will be linking up with both sites.

Worn out Moments

To drive through open spaces,
To walk upon unending land,
To explore towns and places,
To rest my soul upon your sand.

The trip of eternal search,
Walking in the footsteps of man,
Simply resting to your perch,
To rest my soul because I can.

This to find what is unknown,
Leaving life to rest in its art,
Nothing taken to call my own,
Looking only for a new start.

Days of work within the race,
Worn out moments lost in the rhyme,
Serene feelings found in place,
This be the trip of a lifetime.

To drive within space and time,
Worn out moments lost within rhyme.

Petrina Lesko
March 2011

Over at Jingle Poetry this week's theme is Trips, Travel and Vacation for Poetry Potluck.  I will be linking this small journey there.  Please join us and share a journey you have taken, or will be...