trembles softly there in the wings even as frost blankets the loam
dance
darling daffodils, peepers and bluebirds sing your happy songs winter’s end is near and spring won’t be long
~kat
As busy as I have been this year with work and caretaking, I could not let Pi Day pass without giving a new Pi inspired poetry form a go! It’s called a Cadae and incorporates the first 5 digits (3.1415). See the details below:
There are two styles of Cadae. (I chose the second style for today.)
1. strophic, written in 5 strophes of fixed but varied length. S1 - 3 lines S2 - 1 line S3 - 4 lines S4 - 1 line S5 - 5 lines
2. Incorporating a syllabic element to the strophes in style #1. S1 - 3 lines with 3 syllables per line S2 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line S3 - 4 lines with 4 syllables per line S4 - 1 line with 1 syllable in the line S5 - 5 Lines with 5 syllables per line
I know they’re there the golden hillside the mountain vista the endless blue sky the sun my memory serves me well.. they’re there but for today heaven enfolds me in her cool, damp cocoon to savor the moment to breathe, to sigh to notice the trees for the forest
it’s too soon much too soon my darling daffodils to breach the loam to dare to bloom much, much too soon
i’m sorry dear, sweet daffodils the mercury ascended disguised itself as spring to lure us from our winter wombs to prey upon our longing hearts tomorrow you will feel the sting as winter rides the ides, lurks, waiting in the wings his frosty breath descending to nip your golden face at dawn
but oh the hope you give my soul weary from these long, long nights spring tidings to you for today may she not tarry long
I thought this was a good time for a look back. Autumn has taken hold full force here on Bramlett Mountain, with the leaves blushing orange, gold, and crimson and the trees letting them go to ride the wind. The hummingbirds have set flight to the tropics. The days are growing shorter and the mornings are dusted lightly with frost.
As I reflected on the past several months of poems that made it to the page despite my too busy life, I was struck by how moved I was to read the words again. It’s been an unsettling time for the world at large, and in my own corner of it, having let go yet another life-long companion to the rainbow. Four sweet souls this year. Gone. I don’t know that I have fully grieved for each of them as their departures came too soon…always too soon…before I could catch my breath, another and another.
Because of all this, it seems my writing is tinged with melancholy. And yet joy has a way of breaking through even in the darkest of times. Nature reminds us it’s time to let go, to slow down, to rest. I’m listening. How ripe am I for resting, for breathing deeply…for letting go!
A ReVerse Poem - Sunday, October 16, 2022
despair is like a tidal wave there is not much that can be said your dreams are clinging on the brink the wind rushed trees, the sky, dark gray there’s a special place in hell for you, just beyond the veil, while we weep joy breaks through of resilience, audacity, of life.. as most lives go, pendulums swing as the world grows darker by the day the bitter and the sweet you will wonder where time’s gone, to embrace moments of joy, how odd it feels like a whisper summer fades fall leaves, gone with the wind
~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 over time.
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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