Category Archives: Poetry

Poet-Speak

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some see the world in syllables
they speak in an iambic tone
solitary souls, but not alone

a stanza’s pause, invisible
punctuated space in between
crystalline waves of  lucid dreams

brain soft-wired ethereal
meters mingled in rhyme explored
engaged in trysts with metaphors

delightful musings, lyrical
syncopated rhythm flowing
poet’s tender voice bestowing

visions of all things beautiful
in syncopated streams of words
twenty-six letters, nouns and verbs

kat – 15 April 2016

For Jane Dougherty’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, a Constanza, consisting of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together.

Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f………etc.


Wafflestompers – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Happy Friday!

Well…here’s a word for you…WAFFLESTOMPERS! Today’s dictionary.com word of the day hails to us from 1970’s Americana.

This late middle-aging flower child of the 70’s must admit, I have never heard this word before. It could be that I spent most of the 70’s barefooted; tripping through fields of daisy’s chasing butterflies…or it may be my insane fear of heights! Either way, it is no wonder I never had a need for a pair of wafflestompers!

But given that it is today’s word of the day…and a very high-in-syllable word at that…I shall do my best, despite my obvious inexperience, to render the wafflestomper its proper homage in a contrived haiku. Three lines, syllables 5-7-5…anything but profound with a touch of thesaurus mischief!  Have a great weekend folks!

Wafflestomping

Intrepid trekkers
don high-top wafflestompers
To reach a climax.

kat ~ 15 April 2016


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #14

Today I’m giving the Luc Bat a go. This poetry form is Vietnamese in origin and means “six-eight.” In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines.

Here’s a diagram of how the first few lines of luc bat poems should rhyme:
xxxxxA
xxxxxAxB
xxxxxB
xxxxxBxC
xxxxxC
xxxxxCxD
xxxxxD
xxxxxDxE

I managed a few luc bats. The rhyme sequence is a bit tricky B but once I got the hang of it I wanted to keep going! Hope you will give this one a try! 😊

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Sleep Interrupted

Here at the cusp of dawn
as dark of night moves on, I sigh
half asleep, buying time
Hit the snooze, close my eyes, distressed,
Toss and turn, try to rest
And then the sun, that pest, peeks through
The day awaits anew
There’s nothing left to do but rise.

No Regrets

It’s too late to regret
a deed once done and yet we try
“A do-over!” we cry,
as if we could deny our part
It cuts us to the heart
Releasing is an art, you know
the only way to grow
choose to learn, let it go, move on.

kat ~ 14 April 2016

 


April Poetry Month – A Poem a Day #13

Happy Poetry Month this 13th day of April! Today’s poetry form, the Sijo originates from Korea and like its cousins, the haiku and tantra, is comprised of three lines. Each line should have 14-16 syllables, pausing in the middle, the first half containing 6 to 9 syllables with the balance in the second. A Sijo may be narrative or thematic. It develops in three parts: introduction of a situation or problem; development or “turn” in line two; and resolution in the third, often employing a twist or surprise in the first half of the line. Sijo is strongly based in nature and may take on religious or metaphysical themes as well. Unlike haiku, sijo relies heavily on the use of metaphors, symbols, puns, allusions and other word play. Some modern print restrictions may show a sijo in six lines.

I take my inspiration today from an amazing “volunteer” tomato plant. I found it last summer, thriving in the middle of my compost heap. I am not a gardener. I barely knew what to do with it once I found it. But despite my inadequacy, Nature saw fit to provide me with a dozen or so plump tomatoes.

Nature has a way of surprising us with her wild chaotic unruliness. She has been sustaining life for eons, long before the first human thought to contain her in tidy rows with hoe in hand. It’s comforting to those of us who tend to go with the flow to know that Nature has our back…and a few tomatoes to spare.

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This is an actual photo of my wild tomatoes from Summer 2015!

Nature’s Garden

Gardeners, who fancy their thumbs green, primp and prune and toil
Sowing seeds, midst fussy plots of weeds, their empty plates to fill.
My garden thrives in a compost heap, vines bursting tomatoes!

kat ~ 13 April 2016

 

 

 

 


Walking Stick – Haiku

Photo Credit: Pixabay.com

Softly the raindrops
Mimic grandpa’s walking stick
I remember when

kat ~ 12 April 2016

This Haiku is in response to TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – prompt words “walking stick”. Read other haiku or enter your own HERE.