soft as a whisper, her sweet perfume lingering in the air, tosses wisps of my hair, like a comet, bright, breathtaking, for a brief moment as she flits by, i tilt my head to catch the sound of her laugh, avert my eyes when she glances my way, she’ll never know how my heart flutters when she is near... it’s for the best, i tell myself, i’m not her type anyway
Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you. Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line. Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.
You may notice the resulting poem is nothing at all like the book or the inspiring line. That is the beautiful irony of taking words or statements out of context, don’t you think?! 😉
The book I chose, one of my all-time favorites…
Old Turtle Text by Douglas Wood Watercolors by Chen’s-Khee Chee and the text: “sometimes i feel her breath as she blows by”
on the forest floor lies the shell of an old tree stubbly roots exposed, its core now heartless, empty grist for grubs, in death humility
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2021 - Day 3...Off topic, but I promise to work on my personal deck. It seems like a worthwhile project to inspire future poetry. For today...a Horatiodet (my own short version of the Horatian Ode...a Form i came up with when i was doing daily micropoetry.) A Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horatian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet.
when I was young and still unsung, with dreams far-flung, nothing but time life’s harsh demands spoilt all my plans, setting my hands to earn a dime my family kept me busy, no longer free with no downtime in just a blink here on the brink, no time to think regret, I find in retrospect my thoughts reflect a life, perfect, ev’ry choice mine
Broken into Stanzas:
in retrospect
when I was young and still unsung with dreams far-flung nothing but time
life’s harsh demands spoilt all my plans setting my hands to earn a dime
soon family kept me busy no longer free with no downtime
in just a blink here on the brink no time to think regret, I find
in retrospect my thoughts reflect a life, perfect ev’ry choice mine
~kat
Tried a new form, the Rhupunt, for Napowrimo 2021 Day 2 Challenge: Today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.
The rhupunt, a Welsh poetic form, has some variability to it, but also some rigid rules as well. Here are the guidelines for the rhupunt: · The form can be broken down into lines or stanzas · Each line or stanza contains 3 to 5 sections · Each section has 4 syllables · All but the final section rhyme with each other · The final section of each line or stanza rhymes with the final section of the other lines or stanzas
The NaPoWriMo 2021 Early Bird Challenge: Today, we’d like to challenge you to spend a few minutes looking for a piece of art that interests you in the online galleries of New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. After you’ve selected your piece, study the photographs and the accompanying text. And then – write a poem!
Marble female figure 4500 – 4000 B.C. – On view at The Met Fifth Avenue in Gallery 150 The figure represents a rare type known as steatopygous, characterized by particularly full legs and buttocks, and is undoubtedly indicative of fertility.
headless women
how fitting that she has no head body, voluptuous her legs and booty amply spread her brain superfluous prized for her shape, this nameless nude a fertile femme, as seen by dudes prized for her shape prized for her shape objectified, imagined lewd
centuries passed, now civilized fair ladies fully dressed enhanced their breasts and rears to size by wearing buttresses they’ve bought the lie, dominated by their men, their worth negated they’ve bought the lie they’ve bought the lie the patriarchs are quite elated
and here we are in modern times sexualized, sad to say with silicone pumped plump behinds bootylicious boo-tays not much has changed, here men still reign liberated only in name not much has changed not much has changed for babes and chicks and ‘ho’s and dames
~kat
The Poetry Form: The Trijan Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of three 9-line stanzas, for a total of 27 lines. Line 1 is the same in all three stanzas, although a variation of the form is not to repeat the same line at the beginning of each stanza. In other words, the beginning line of each stanza can be different. The first four syllables of line 5 in each stanza are repeated as the double-refrain for lines 7 and 8. The Trijan Refrain is a rhyming poem with a set meter and rhyme scheme as follows:
Rhyme scheme: a/b/a/b/c/c/d,d refrain of first 4 words of line five /c
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.
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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