bloom flower moon I hardly noticed day fading into night bright
~kat
I have enjoyed spending a week with the Elfchen. Come Monday looking forward to a new, new poetry form to practice…the Than-bauk! With three four syllable lines in total, easy-peasy right?! Ah, but there is a bit of a twist! Stay tuned! 😊
The Elfchen, known as an “elevenie” in English, the German elfchen (which loosely translates to “little eleven” or “wee eleven”) contains 11 words separated into five lines: one word, then two, then three, then four, then one again. The first line of an elfchen is traditionally some single-word concept, thought, or thing, which the rest of the poem describes—what it does, how it looks, how it makes you feel, whatever strikes your fancy. The last line is often a synonym or some other overarching reflection of your first word.
shaded beneath trees green and lush sunlight tendrils streaming through quiet
~kat
It’s a Saturday, so I decided to combine poetry forms: an Elfchen using Magnetic Poetry tiles from the Nature Collection because…hey, why not! 😊
An Elfchen is known as an “elevenie” in English, the German elfchen (which loosely translates to “little eleven” or “Elfchenwee eleven”) contains 11 words separated into five lines: one word, then two, then three, then four, then one again. The first line of an elfchen is traditionally some single-word concept, thought, or thing, which the rest of the poem describes—what it does, how it looks, how it makes you feel, whatever strikes your fancy. The last line is often a synonym or some other overarching reflection of your first word.
missing your voice sipping tea, conversation, solving the world’s problems alone
~kat
Day Two playing with the Elfchen.
Elfchen Known as an “elevenie” in English, the German elfchen (which loosely translates to “little eleven” or “wee eleven”) contains 11 words separated into five lines: one word, then two, then three, then four, then one again. The first line of an elfchen is traditionally some single-word concept, thought, or thing, which the rest of the poem describes—what it does, how it looks, how it makes you feel, whatever strikes your fancy. The last line is often a synonym or some other overarching reflection of your first word.
she is a wall at the forest’s edge an impenetrable bramble, untamed some say she’s invasive, an unruly hedge in fact she’s a rose of another sweet name
an impenetrable bramble, untamed greening each spring, flowering to buds in fact she’s a rose of another sweet name with drupelets sweet and ready to pluck
greening each spring, flowering to buds one must take care when venturing too close with drupelets sweet and ready to pluck her prickly cane stem’s a formidable foe
one must take care when venturing too close when fair rubis ursinus nips, she draws blood her prickly cane stem’s a formidable foe a favorite snack of deer folk and thrush
when fair rubis ursinus nips, she draws blood she is a wall at the forest’s edge a favorite snack of deer folk and thrush some say she’s invasive, an unruly hedge
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge Day 17: Write a poem that contains the name of a specific variety of edible plant – preferably one that grows in your area. In the poem, try to make a specific comparison between some aspect of the plant’s lifespan and your own – or the life of someone close to you. Also, include at least one repeating phrase.
I chose to do a Pantoum ( see the rules below):
Stanza 1: ABAB 1 First line (A) 2 Second line (B) 3 Third line rhymes with first (A) 4 Fourth line rhymes with second (B)
Stanza 2: BCBC 5 Repeat the second line (B) 6 Sixth line (C) 7 Repeat the fourth line (B) 8 Eighth line rhymes with sixth (C)
Stanza 3: CDCD 9 Repeat the sixth line (C) 10 Tenth line (D) 11 Repeat the eighth line (C) 12 Twelfth line rhymes with the tenth (D)
Stanza 4: DADA 13 Repeat tenth line (D) 14 Fourteenth line rhymes with first (A) 15 Repeat twelfth line (D) 16 Repeat the first line (A)
Happy Sunday! I decided to give today’s Reverse time to simmer. When I started it a week ago it just didn’t seem ripe. And in the process of reviewing, I made a few tweaks here and there. Most notably yesterday’s limerick poem which was atrocious in form…where was my head? To save you the trouble of revisiting said disaster, I’ll leave the edited version for you here:
Uncle Ned
Old Uncle Ned, a likable guy was he An affable charmer, the cousins agreed He made the kids laugh For his jokes were quite daft Made us wonder what was in his tea!
At least now it is a proper limerick that actually follows the rules and rhymes!
And secondly, I added a line to my diatribe from Friday, “a brief moment, lost”. As if I didn’t rant enough, there was one more thought left unsaid. You know how that goes, when the floodgates open and you finally unload everything you’ve been holding onto. Then when you walk away there is just one more thing…that “I wish I would had said” moment, but it’s too late. Well, that’s the beauty of the written word. You can edit it. So if you will, indulge me this final word, my “and another thing”. I’m including the context as well to give it full due…
…I have learned to look them straight in the eyes, dare them to objectify me, to present my own ideas, and tell them it’s time to make their own damn coffee… and while they’re at it, bring me mine.
To say that the past several months have taken a toll would be an understatement. But much like the wonder years of being a “mother of 4 under the age of 4…how did I ever do it?”, and later a mother of 4 teenage daughters, I’m finding my stride as a full time official senior citizen, still working full time and now, caring for a spouse who is incapacitated from complications of a major emergency surgery in January. If nothing else I am a survivor. And much to my own surprise I still have plenty of spunk left in me. Life is such a gift! Through it all, I think I needed to be reminded of that.
A ReVerse Poem for Sunday, April 16, 2023
like a nightmare frozen in the sky is it ghosts, god, or me I hear how climactic we dare not want leaving no stained rock unturned I’m just kidding (but you’re thinking I’m not) I’m paying for the demons of your past In waves she sweeps me off my feet it’s on the internet stirring up words, uninspired let’s bring in the cows They lied to us you know. He made the kids laugh
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts.
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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