It is day 12 of Poetry month. Today’s poetry form is all about the number 12. Developed in 12th century Japan, it is a variation of the Haiku. But instead of three lines in 5-7-5 syllable sequence, it contains four lines of 12 syllables each, pausing mid-line after 7. Called the Imayo, this lyrical form is often employed in Kabuki Japanese theatre, and is associated with the type of song that requires recitation in a high pitch.
Here is the breakdown of an Imayo poem: 4 lines; each line 12 syllables broken by a pause after the 7th syllable.
Parched
Rain settles on parched soil, pooling in puddles,
never to quench thirsty roots, darkness imprisoned.
Truth settles on shuttered minds, spinning in sound bites,
never to be enlightened, prisoners of fear.
kat ~ 12 April 2016
Happy Sunday, The signs of spring are all around here in the Northern hemi. Winter is having a few final hurrahs but her days are numbered. It’s just a matter of time. How comforting to know that the seasons follow their prescribed paths year after year. Just as we weary from the extremes…the cold, the heat…the transitional seasons slip in, right on cue, to give us relief. Spring with its warm, wet fecundity and Autumn with its vibrant, surrendering release. We need the in-between to pause, take a breath and gain perspective.
like mercury colliding... 