on the forest floor lies the shell of an old tree stubbly roots exposed, its core now heartless, empty grist for grubs, in death humility
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2021 - Day 3...Off topic, but I promise to work on my personal deck. It seems like a worthwhile project to inspire future poetry. For today...a Horatiodet (my own short version of the Horatian Ode...a Form i came up with when i was doing daily micropoetry.) A Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.
fair dandelion golden face turned toward the sun to frost at dawn fades
footprints rain remnants to mop
such stillness peepers choked by frost in hiding
only to be nipped by latent cold snaps at dawn first flowers still rise
~kat
For Tanka Tuesday Challenge to explore the haiku and the senryu, a handful of each in various metered forms: 2/3/2, 3/5/3, 5/7/5 . I love writing little poems!
peeper chirps muted by mist hov’ring o’er the stream twilight’s serenade
crimson streams of daylight fading moon ascending the eastern sky we bid another day goodbye my weary bones need no persuading; sleepy, I am quickly fading ’twas another amazing day filled with blessings, hard work and play with bits of kindness, love, romance someone to share it with, to dance in warm embrace, to slowly sway
now I lay me down in the stillness of the gloam to your breath purring
Décima poetry is a 10 line stanza with 8 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc. Using the 10 lines there are generally two ways to organize: The 10 lines, or breaking the 10 lines into two stanzas using abba/accddc.
The abba/accddc requires either a period or semicolon after the fourth line break.
it shouldn’t surprise us how nonchalantly death steals away our breath in just a blink without considering that we have things to do life to live, we’re not through no death don’t care the cruel fact of it is when it’s your time to go you can bet death will show ready or not immortality’s not for mere mortals like us just accept it, don’t fuss enjoy the ride
~kat
For Tanka Tuesday’s Theme Prompt this week: “Immortality”, the Abhanga, which is: · stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas). · syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each · rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.
the clouds fell to earth tonight millions of water droplets swirled around me as i walked, my flashlight capturing their frenzied fluttering white noise against a starless, moonless sky, so this is how it feels to have one’s head in the clouds, dreamlike, catching tiny water daubs on my skin and the tips of my hair and eyelashes, damp, chill, just me and the trees, the crunch of gravel under my feet and the peepers, awake from their winter slumber, singing of spring
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