And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
That shook in the wind of night.
The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.
-from Lines: The Cold Earth Slept Below by Percy Bysshe Shelley
(read the full poem here)
Greetings Poets, wayfarers and friends. As January sets in, I am reminded of Shelley whose poetry reflects passion, beauty, imagination, love, creativity, political liberty and nature.
New year calls for new beginnings, new rules and new traditions. For this "Get Listed" edition I want you guys to choose any 3 words that fit best with the mood/theme/personality of your poem on a topic of your choice. For those who would like an added (optional) challenge feel free to throw in a word or two of your own and be sure to mention it somewhere in your post.
- carnation slightly percussion balcony January
- deep toss heat snow wind
- gravel morning city obvious pensive
- bedside bread clouds ache poems
Also enjoy this musical inspiration from Honne:
Good luck sketching, honing, and naming your masterpiece. I look forward to what you guys come up with. Please do visit others and remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!☕