if you survived this long, long year emerged this decade, deeply touched by global heartache, death and such, if you faced every day past fear to rise above, a kinder soul who cared for others, paid the toll, then you’ve a right to have a bash to celebrate, to breathe at last, to take your place as our heroes
full cold moon on ice shifting dark of night to light hope for the future
tick tock tick soon this year of years will be gone, history, twenty twenty-one come quick our hope rests in you
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Tanka Tuesday’s Last Challenge of 2020! For the LAST poetry challenge of 2020, I want you to write a poem about hope, using your favorite poetry form (it doesn’t have to be syllabic). Please make these poems inspirational to others. No negativity and No politics! We’ve all had enough politics to last us another lifetime. After you’ve written your poem, tell us why the specific form you chose is your favorite. Why does that form resonate with you? If it’s a new form, teach us how to write that specific form.
I have many favorite poetry forms, but amongst the syllabic forms, I have to say I love the Shadorma. I love that there are six lines, some short, some longer. It lends itself to a very interesting piece, allowing the writer to expound on a topic fully with brevity.
coursing through my veins, directing my existence, lifeblood, DNA containing the legacy of my ancestors heroes, scoundrels, paupers, royalty, saints, average folk, their footprints in the dust long disbursed to the wind and me here, now, my simple life carrying us on anonymously
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