the trees have been silent lately but for the occasional moan, pressed to breaking by the wind; the sun, choked by damp drear hasn’t shown his face for weeks; all is gray but, who am i to curse the day, to loathe the rain that swells the creeks and soaks the earth, kissing the roots, the dormant seedling shoots messy, messy life, muddy, red clay paw prints on just mopped floors, no matter, there are cool wet noses to kiss and velvet ears to scratch, and a book collecting dust on my nightstand, it’s crisp pages longing to be caressed, words upon beautiful words whispering, the irony...giving voice to muted trees
it’s time to breathe to let the stale air that choked us free, how long we have waited, our breath bated for the light to find us in the nooks, the safe havens we mistook for home, oh we have been alone, apart too long, starved for touch, feeling lost, reeling from too high a cost, in lives, our very souls, trembling here but for grace and truth, the truth finally clear, it’s time to start a new direction, striving for that perfect imperfection, scary, messy, hope in balance, sacrifice our precious talents at the altar of the whole, united, with one solemn goal; let history recall this day when the air swelled, when time shifted, as we breathed in; as we exhaled the burden of the past was lifted and we began to heal
new year, cleansing rain wash away the pain last year wrought, begin again, there’s nothing to gain from tears o’er the past, hope reigns no fear
~kat
January 2021 Day One: The Lai is a French form. It's a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an "a" and "b" rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an "a" rhyme use 5 syllables; the "b" rhyme lines have 2 syllables.
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
Full Cold Moon – December 2020 by Kat Myrman on iPhone 11
tick tock tick soon this year of years will be gone, history, twenty twenty-one come quick our hope rests in you
~kat
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.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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