For Jane Dougherty’s 25th Poetry Challenge…the Cinquain. <- Click to learn more, read other cinquain poems or enter your own!
memories
photos
faded sepia
glimpses of past moments
sentimental reminiscence
specters
Rain
storm clouds
raging tempests
billowing blustering
then in a flash and a boom gone
rainbows
kat ~ 7 April 2016
It is Day Seven of Poetry Month! I have chosen the Ottava Rima form for my poem today. An Ottava Rima is an Italian poem that contains of eight lines that rhyme. Each line has eleven syllables and have the rhyme pattern: abababcc.
Maxwell and Winston demonstrating the art of secret telling and keeping. You can trust Winston…he’s not much of a talker. Maxwell on the other hand…not a keeper…of secrets that is! Don’t know what I’d do without that love bug! 🙂
Secret Keeping
A secret to its keeper is a burden.
It’s an obligation true friends take to heart.
The teller of such treasure must be certain
they can trust their confidant to do their part.
For many have been burned by indiscretions
of a rogue who thinks of gossip as an art…
They say, in time the truth will be revealed,
but sooner if your “friend” is prone to squeal!
kat ~ 7 April 2016
Photo by Kat Myrman 2015
Happy Poetry Month. On the 5th day we will try the Shadorma. It is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines. (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. Its syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5. It can have multiple stanzas, as long as each follows the syllable pattern.
Being Spring
drops of dew
descend like nectar
subtle sweet
lovers’ brew
nature’s aphrodisiac
new life on the wing
seedlings pop
bursts of vibrant green
blushing blooms
sweet perfume
not concerned with vanity
busy being Spring
kat ~ 5 April 2016
I had planned to prepare a Shadorma for today’s poetry form, but the Universe had other ideas. My morning walk at dawn presented me with this astounding sight! A wisp of crescent moon flanked by two mourning doves on a wire. It took my breath away for a moment! The perfection…the beautiful symmetry and synchronicity of the moment. Of course I captured a simple photo of it with my handy mobile phone…see below.
But then I had to look up the symbolism of such an event. It seems that the Balsamic or Dark Moon and the Mourning Dove share common theme…to draw within, release, recharge and to surrender to healing, peace and harmony and to prepare for the hopeful promise of the future. Each represent a bridge as well: the moon, as last phase of the lunar cycle it is a bridge to the new dark moon energy that inspires us to dream as we head into the next cycle; and mourning doves, links between two world, sky and earth – thoughts, dreams, intuition and hearth, home, security. A brilliant message for me to embrace on a crisp spring morning, which of course I did!
But with two signs in one, a Shadorma, as wonderful as it is, just wouldn’t fully capture the magnificence of a chance encounter like this! No, an event like this required none other than a Cleave Poem!
Cleave Poem
In its most basic form a Cleave Poem is three poems:
~~two parallel ‘vertical’ poems (left and right)
~~a third ‘horizontal’ poem being the fusion of the vertical poems read together.To read a Cleave poem simply:
1. Read the left hand poem as the first poem.
2. Read the right hand poem as the second poem.
3. Read the whole (each line across) as a third integrated poem.
Balsamic Mourning
Mourning doves have come to call | here at dawn the dark moon wanes
healing hovers on the cusp | urging me to draw within
each coo-coo, a song of peace | so to rest my weary soul
with a promise of renewal | bridging emptiness to full
sweet release from sorrows past | crescent dipping into new
time to weep, to let things go | suspended in cerulean blue
burdens of my heavy soul | soon to fade dispersed by light
so to spread my wings full flight | set upon its final path
soaring heaven on a breeze | three days journey to the end
miles to go before I sleep | ‘til the stars alone shine bright
grace abounds my soul to keep | blessings of the darkest night
kat ~ 4 April 2016
The Lune/ American Haiku – The lune (rhymes with moon) is a very short poem. It’s similar to the popular haiku form of poetry. While a haiku follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern, the lune’s syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Typically, since the middle line is restricted to three syllables, it is the shortest line of the three. This gives the lune a curve on the ends similar to a crescent moon.
Lune Poems 3 Spril 2016
Love can motivate
As can hate,
each one can cause pain.
To ride on the wind
Requires
Leaving solid ground.
I know a secret
If I tell
It won’t be secret.
Monkeys will mimic
Ev’ry move.
Toddlers are monkeys!
To keep a secret
Mind your tongue
Once spoken, it’s news.
~kat ~ 3 April 2016
like mercury colliding... 