Posted in Etheree

The Reluctant Muse

by shadows
remain foggy
in this poet’s brain.
I fail to capture them.
Motionless, they only stare,
like that deer caught in the headlights
stiffening from both its shock and fear,
then retreat back into their hiding place.

© Susan Schoeffield

It’s cathartic to write about your lack of inspiration when you don’t feel particularly inspired.

Posted in Uncategorized

Jotter Blotter

There’s something quite exciting,
alluring and inviting
about a ream of paper when brand new.
Perhaps the way it’s smelling
is what is most compelling
or maybe it’s the words it might accrue.

By sitting there before me,
the paper will implore me
to exercise my brain so over time
I’ll have a piece worth reading,
its bareness almost pleading
for me to fill it up with prose or rhyme.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the first prompt at The Poetry Park to write a poem about something new.

Posted in Free Verse

Word Search

I’m free falling
down a thesaurus chasm
trying to grasp a word here and there
to enhance what I want to write
when defining my thoughts.
they’re too slippery to grab
and I tumble deeper into the abyss
until, when least expected,
the right ones come along
to break my fall.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 1/28/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “free” poem.

Posted in Announcement

Venturing Further Into Poetry

I like writing at poetry prompt blogs. I love the challenges and enjoy the sense of community. After my favorite place, Creative Bloomings, announced it would close its garden on December 31, 2014, I wondered if it wasn’t time to dust off an old idea and bring to life a poetry prompt site I began putting together last July. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been working on the blog, deleting some pages and revising others, with the first prompt planned for February 2, 2015. The name of this new venture is The Poetry Park.

When the host of Creative Bloomings announced on Monday the reconfiguration of his former site (now being called the Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild), I began second-guessing myself. I know my poetic limitations. I’m certainly not the most talented poet in the blogosphere. I’ve always been more follower than leader. I bring no unique qualifications to table. But I love to write poetry, I love to read it, and I love watching others find their poetic voice. If you share in these passions and are looking for another place to flex the muscles of your muse, consider joining me at The Poetry Park. Whether you’re a seasoned pro, just getting your poetic feet wet, or somewhere in between, let’s write some poems together!

Posted in Ottava Rima

Lyrical Symmetry

They start with an image born from a seed,
carefully nurtured until they have grown.
Buried in darkness, they find themselves freed.
Words bind together, no longer alone.
Poetry blossoms, fulfilling a need
to capture a thought, to make it our own.
Poems inspire and offer us much
beauty to ponder, their spirit to touch.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 1/14/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “beauty” poem.

Posted in Musette

Post-PAD Predicament

Sparks rise
but the poet’s
muse cries.

Thoughts blazed
but the fingers
aren’t fazed.

Flames spread
but abused muse
is dead.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 11/30/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem inspired by Margaret Atwood’s line: “We are learning to make fire.” I used my completion of the Poetic Asides November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge as additional inspiration.

Posted in Triquain

30-Day Plan

Poems and
novels in thirty days
are tasks not to be taken lightly.
A degree of endurance must face the blank screen
with a cat’s curiosity for
capturing treasures
without gloves.

For words are
also treasures to save,
not to claim a place in history
but for the thrill of watching unfettered fingers
aggressively capture hidden thoughts,
assisted by resolve
and coffee.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 11/2/14 prompt at the Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem based on a selected quote by Benjamin Franklin (mine: The cat in gloves catches no mice), giving a nod to all those participating in the PAD Chapbook Challenge and NaNoWriMo.