oh how i love an almost rain the wind rushed trees, the sky, dark gray the scent of damp green it’s all quite a scene of extremes, sunlit haze
~kat
Clogyrnach Poems
More on rain, because, well, it’s been particularly soggy here in the foothills this spring. And i’m continuing to practice the Clogyrnach.
This Welsh poetic form is typically a six-line syllabic stanza with an ab rhyme scheme:
Line 1: 8 syllables with an a rhyme Line 2: 8 syllables with an a rhyme Line 3: 5 syllables with a b rhyme Line 4: 5 syllables with a b rhyme Line 5: 3 syllables with a b rhyme Line 6: 3 syllables with an a rhyme
there is not much that can be said to fools who think the truth is dead alt-reality is insanity but they’re free… in their head
~kat
Had to give the Clogyrnach poem another go. Yesterday’s offering was slightly off form. And you know me, perfectionist that i am, I couldn’t let it rest until I got it right. Each line written according to syllable and rhyme was my goal. phew! it took a bit of blood and sweat to get it done, but i did it!!! Give it a try. It’s well worth the effort!😊
Clogyrnach Poems
This Welsh poetic form is typically a six-line syllabic stanza with an ab rhyme scheme:
Line 1: 8 syllables with an a rhyme Line 2: 8 syllables with an a rhyme Line 3: 5 syllables with a b rhyme Line 4: 5 syllables with a b rhyme Line 5: 3 syllables with a b rhyme Line 6: 3 syllables with an a rhyme
Bramlett Mountain’s foothills…the greening! Spring 2022 ~ kat
signs of spring
oh what a thrill it is to see the greening trees buds a-blooming birds on the wing
to hear the sounds of life anew the doves coo coo peepers peeping while we’re sleeping
soft rain falling over the eaves the fragrant breeze it’s very clear springtime is here
~kat
For today, a Minute poem: The rules are: * 3 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas) * 8 syllables in the first line of each stanza * 4 syllables in the remaining lines of each stanza * rhyme scheme: aabb/ccdd/eeff * written in strict iambic meter So each stanza contains 20 syllables times 3 stanzas equals 60 syllables total.
she quells the dark night i need you to be present nutty and sweet bend the truth a bit intoxicating serving strangers for pennies we were close once who will feed the birds when i’m gone a dismal reminder deep as wells my thoughts are many as the stars while the plague mutates, raging a peace i never knew, what a pity to let go of i was a strange one some would say Forever – is composed of Nows –
~kat
It’s Sunday, and time to do a wrap up of this year’s Na/GloPoWriMo Challenge with a ReVerse poem! since I already covered the first half of April a few Sundays ago, this week’s ReVerse will close out the second half. Happy May to you! 🌷🌱🌻🌼🌸🌺💐🌹
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.
A fundamental pause As much of noon, as I could take – Forever – is composed of Nows – the sun through the freckled pane - moments of escape - Affirming it a Soul –
For my final entry in this year’s poetry month challenge I gleaned some lines from a literary favorite of mine, Emily Dickerson. I can’t believe I made it through the whole month after such a long dry spell. Needless to say I am so very happy to be back!
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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