A Challenge Poem, Transforminng Nature

On My Wild Side

 

My horse, made of steel

It drinks gas and belches smoke

Not one grain of oat

 

 

 

My canyons, secure 

Steel beams, enclosed and girded

Rivers of people

 

 

My instincts, run wild

Silicon valley produced

Flash memories know

Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Picture Credits:
 - Top:  Harley Davidson Superlow, 1200T (Touring) http://www.harley-davidson.com.  Although I still have a motorcycle endorsement on my driver's license I haven't ridden one of my own since our youngest child, Karen, was born in the 70's.  I did have one and rode it at the time of our marriage.
 - Center:  New York City streets in 1936, near the present World Trade Center area.  Wikipedia, Radio Row-Berenice Abbott, Public Domain, (Link)

 - Bottom:  Copyright, © 2012 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved.  (I paid $5.00 for this old Underwood electric back when the college where I was teaching phased out typewriters in favor of computers with keyboards.)

 

I am linked with Hanna at the Real Toads, Transforming Friday with Nature's Wonders.

 - Hannah's challenge was to " include these canyons in your work...it could be the setting, color, sound quality or even explore the canyon in metaphor - the choice is yours."

 - The Canyon that Hannah referred to was Antelope Canyon in Arizona.  It "was formed by erosion of Navajo Sandstone, primarily due to flash flooding and secondarily due to other sub-aerial processes. Rainwater, especially during monsoon season, runs into the extensive basin above the slot canyon sections, picking up speed and sand as it rushes into the narrow passageways. Over time the passageways eroded away, making the corridors deeper and smoothing hard edges in such a way as to form characteristic 'flowing' shapes in the rock." (for more, see the Wikipedia article, here)

Pumpkin Patch -- An Acrostic Poem -- Flash 55 Words

 

PUMPKIN PATCH

 

Pumpkin patch beckons now

Under moon's cloud etched light

Met we there long ago

Pure delight evening bliss

Kissed we there, lingering

Instilled a love with lust

Never could it be told

 

Pumpkin patch calls once more

Allure of stolen love

Treasured memory still

Clandestine in our minds

Halved, now miles separate

 

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- Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2011 and 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

- Linked with Mama Zen at The Real Toads, Flash Fiction 55 (Link)

- Linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (Link)

- Mama Zen requested for her challenge for us to " write a set of 55 words (prose or poetry) ... Results may vary.  Ask your doctor if 55s are right for you."

- For this I have exactly 55 words counting my title.  I chose a syllabic form Acrostic.  I like to write acrostic 'poem's and haven't written one for some time.  The 'Label', 'Acrostic', below will take you to some other acrostic 'poems' I have written.

- As usual, there is some truth in this poem as I have lived several lives within this life I am living in since birth.  Just say it was pre-Mrs. Jim and not nearly as dramatic nor romantic as I have written here.  Of course the setting was not in a Pumpkin Patch but since November is upon us with its usual pumpkin harvest I thought it would be nice to use for my '55 words. I must confess, this piece, while fiction, is loosely based on facts as they 'could have been.'