trembles softly there in the wings even as frost blankets the loam
darling daffodils, peepers and bluebirds sing your happy songs winter’s end is near and spring won’t be long
As busy as I have been this year with work and caretaking, I could not let Pi Day pass without giving a new Pi inspired poetry form a go! It’s called a Cadae and incorporates the first 5 digits (3.1415). See the details below:
There are two styles of Cadae. (I chose the second style for today.)
1. strophic, written in 5 strophes of fixed but varied length. S1 - 3 lines S2 - 1 line S3 - 4 lines S4 - 1 line S5 - 5 lines
2. Incorporating a syllabic element to the strophes in style #1. S1 - 3 lines with 3 syllables per line S2 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line S3 - 4 lines with 4 syllables per line S4 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line S5 - 5 Lines with 5 syllables per line
I know they’re there the golden hillside the mountain vista the endless blue sky the sun my memory serves me well.. they’re there but for today heaven enfolds me in her cool, damp cocoon to savor the moment to breathe, to sigh to notice the trees for the forest
it’s too soon much too soon my darling daffodils to breach the loam to dare to bloom much, much too soon
i’m sorry dear, sweet daffodils the mercury ascended disguised itself as spring to lure us from our winter wombs to prey upon our longing hearts tomorrow you will feel the sting as winter rides the ides, lurks, waiting in the wings his frosty breath descending to nip your golden face at dawn
but oh the hope you give my soul weary from these long, long nights spring tidings to you for today may she not tarry long
I had a good chuckle at this poem by my friend Peter at Peter’s Ponderings, and noticed in the comments that an American might have a difficult try reading it aloud. Being American as well as always up for a good challenge I had to give it a go!
I hope I did your poem justice Peter! All in good fun! Thank you for once again delighting us all with your wit and charm! 😊
See Peter’s post via the link below…and do yourself a favor by perusing his page!
§ I tried my best to record an audio of this poem but ended up with lots of stutters and giggles. Just try reading it aloud and you’ll see why! § I …
I could say I have no words; that the Muse is hiding, or that I have nothing to say, but
I would be lying
I have words, so many words vacillating from incredulous disbelief to zealous commitment, to truth, to rage oh, I have words
words that keep me up at night words that rip my soul to shreds words that, if I dared utter them out loud would assure you that I have completely lost my mind even while, as they settle in your gut, you find resonance with them...
it's just words after all
I wonder sometimes if it’s best to embrace the silence or blurt it out, the raw pain, the fear, the exhaustion, the sorrow to scream, to whisper in primal tones to the air, to the sky, to the gods to whoever might listen
it may just be me thinking out loud, but I imagine that saying what everyone is afraid to say, might actually make us all a little less lonely and even pave the way to healing
ah…the irony, the brilliance! cutting words wielded to incise the poison festering in us all
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