Well, I noticed that I completely lost my mind yesterday regarding the format of my fancy invented poetry form, the horatiodet, and missed the mark. I suppose I could blame it on a chocolate high, but after perusing the other offerings this month it seems I’ve missed it a few times! Apparently the horatiodet is harder to pull off than it looks! In yesterday’s case, the final line should have rhymed with the previous line, not the first. As a reminder, the horatiodet is a 5-line mini ode with a syllable count of 5-7-7-5-9 and a rhyme scheme of ababb (not ababa). At any rate, my mistake did not seem to diminish the effectiveness of the poem. But time to get back on track, no looking back, no regrets…
…to amended regrets
if i could i would
forgive myself, my mistakes,
leave the past behind, i should,
but stalled in the wake
of regret there are amends to make
…to a spork
it’s a portmanteau
with breakable, too short tines,
and plastic bowl, too shallow
spoon and fork combined
good for neither, needs a redesign
Can you tell I’m not a fan of these clumsy hybrid utensils. I’d rather eat with my fingers than fight with one of these things! I should note that there have been a number of redesigns since it first came on the scene in the late 19th century. They all look rather odd, and equally useless. Though some have been given longer tines (apparently I’m not the only one bothered by that design flaw!) which does, I suppose improve the fork function. But…what’s wrong with toting a spoon and a fork if that’s what you need? It’s not like they take up a lot of space. Just a thought. 😉🤣
The Serbian word “Merak” is a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment.
earthing, am i, whilst baring my soles
cool grass tickling, trembling in the breeze
cicadas’ shrill diminuendoes troll
For the Daily Terza Rima Stanza Challenge. As fortune would have it, while on a walk, I happened upon this young cicada fresh from its exuviae, having shed its former self. I think about how any layers I have shed over the years, and feel an affinity with the cicadas who sing with such intensity and verve.
The Serbian word “Merak” is defined as a feeling of bliss and the sense of oneness with the universe that comes from the simplest of pleasures. It is the pursuit of small, daily pleasures that all add up to a great sense of happiness and fulfillment.
but oh there’s something trees get very right
they meet the wind in dance with tender limbs,
with grace to bend when tempests storm the night
For July’s Daily Terza Rima Stanza Challenge.
Slytherin beasts roast a lawman for sport
to assert pillow texts, conspiracies make
in trumpian frenzy…kangaroo court
Story behind the headline…Meanwhile in the hollow (not a typo…they are not hallowed) chambers of US congress, trumps minions seeking to discredit the FBI and ultimately Robert Mueller’s investigation, in this sham of a hearing. Here’s a snippet…watch it and weep.
For Jane’s Daily Poetry Challenge.