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
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
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.
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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