Monthly Archives: April 2016

April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #7

It is Day Seven of Poetry Month! I have chosen the Ottava Rima form for my poem today. An Ottava Rima is an Italian poem that contains of eight lines that rhyme. Each line has eleven syllables and have the rhyme pattern: abababcc.

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Maxwell and Winston demonstrating the art of secret telling and keeping. You can trust Winston…he’s not much of a talker. Maxwell on the other hand…not a keeper…of secrets that is! Don’t know what I’d do without that love bug!   🙂

Secret Keeping

A secret to its keeper is a burden.
It’s an obligation true friends take to heart.
The teller of such treasure must be certain
they can trust their confidant to do their part.
For many have been burned by indiscretions
of a rogue who thinks of gossip as an art…
They say, in time the truth will be revealed,
but sooner if your “friend” is prone to squeal!

kat ~ 7 April 2016


Echoes of my Neighborhood

Happy Thursday! Last week I shared the beginning buds of greenery in my neighborhood. This week I am sharing some of the first blooms in my humble garden. I do not have a green thumb, so any flowers that do manage to show up are miracles to me. Aside from the flowering weeds that I love until they overtake my lawn, I am fortunate to be blessed by a few more cultivated friends, perennials who visit me every year around this time. And so without further adieu, I give you this week’s installment…First Blooms!

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Creeping Phlox

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First few Roses of the season, dew still clinging to the leaves!

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…And the other one that found hidden in the back of the bush. I wish I had smell-o-vision so you could enjoy not only their beauty in appearance but their wonderful fragrance as well! 🙂

See other “neighbourhoods” or submit snapshots of your own corner of the world at a cooking pot and twisted tales. Thanks to Jacqueline for hosting this fun challenge!

 


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #6

It’s Wednesday…the in-between day of the workweek for many. With this in mind, I chose the Palindrome Poem form. It’s a tricky bugger. To pull it off requires tweaking and re-tweaking the words and lines; extraneous connectors and fluff just muddy the mirror image you are trying to convey. This form takes a bit of practice. This is my first go at the Palindrome.  I hope I did it justice! 🙂

A Palindrome Poem, also known as Mirrored Poetry, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again. The carefully placed words form the same sentence, whether it is read forward or backward. For example, ‘Mirrored images reflect images mirrored’ which includes a word in the center as a reversal point for the sentence or even the poem.

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Insomnia

sleep
is elusive
dreamless spinning mind
midst consuming darkness
restless weariness but
brilliance in-between
moments of clarity
insomnia…
clarity of moments
in-between brilliance
but weariness restless
darkness consuming midst
mind spinning dreamless
elusive is
sleep

kat ~ 6 April 2016


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #5

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Photo by Kat Myrman 2015

Happy Poetry Month. On the 5th day we will try the Shadorma. It is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines. (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. Its syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5. It can have multiple stanzas, as long as each follows the syllable pattern.

Being Spring

drops of dew
descend like nectar
subtle sweet
lovers’ brew
nature’s aphrodisiac
new life on the wing

seedlings pop
bursts of vibrant green
blushing blooms
sweet perfume
not concerned with vanity
busy being Spring

kat ~ 5 April 2016


A Tear in the Veil…

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Victims of the fray
Slumber ‘neath shrouds of linen
Soon comes the reaper.

(…and a 21st Century version of the haiku above. Thanks to Susan at buildingapoem for the nudge 😊 …making me work for those syllables! )

Victims of the fray
Sleep under shrouds of linen
Soon comes the reaper.

Beyond the veil
Heaven and hell fight for souls
Free Will always wins.

kat ~ 4 March 2016

A few haiku in response to RonovanWrites Haiku challenge prompts: Fray and Veil. If you’d like to read other haiku or enter the challenge, click HERE.