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only a rose – NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 11

only a rose

if your love for me is true as you say
bring to me a red rose every day
a red carnation’s sure to make me weep
like clusters of marigolds, my tears to keep
take care the blooms you choose for my bouquet

the wormwood taunts me when you are away
white dittany with my emotions play
swallow wort ensnared, I’m losing sleep
if your love for me is true

thorns should not deter your grand display
forget me not my dear, don’t be dismayed
the greatest cure for all is love that’s deep
a simple rose of red, painful and sweet
is all I ask to prove you’re here to stay
if your love for me is true

~kat


A rondeau for NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 11. It was a busy day. I barely managed to eke this one out…so many flowers to consider, so little time! The prompt: write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.

Rondeau

A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length)


like an autumn leaf – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 1

like an autumn leaf

like an autumn leaf

like an autumn leaf, I’m clinging against the wind
crimson flushed, vexed by this calamity’s cruel din
now furloughed from the cubicle that once sustained
makeshift desk, remotely linked at home, is not the same
but duty calls, resigned am I to shelter in

one by one we watched the nations fail to win
succumbing to this foe, that strikes us from within
pandemics don’t discriminate, we’re the same
like an autumn leaf

my bank account and pantry are slowly growing thin
worried for coworkers, my family, my friends
normal lost forever, “new normal” stakes its claim
history will remember, we were forever changed
many not surviving this cruel whirlwind
like an autumn leaf

~kat


NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 1: Write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.

For today’s poem, a Rondeau. The Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).


Anthem

‘That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.’
—W.B. Yeats

Anthem

oh say can you see the pale dawning light
flickering remnants of once starry nights
‘hail all hail!’ the prideful proclaim
patriots kneel, driving zealots insane
the meek are disdained by fools on the right

armed, the militia, and ready to fight
gallantly ignorant, cowards in flight
red glaring demons who must not be named
oh say can you see…

the treason, collusion, hidden from sight
insomniac liars craving limelight
tempest torn islands, coastlands aflame
the star-spangled, brave resistance reclaims
liberty’s honor and freedom’s remains
oh, say can you see…

~kat

A Rondeau (aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer but all of the same metrical length) for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Fourteen. Today’s quote is from ‘To Ireland in the Coming Times’. The photo is Francis Scott Key’s original manuscript copy of his “Star-Spangled Banner” poem. It is now on display at the Maryland Historical Society.


Troubled – A Rondeau


Oh, let not your hearts be troubled my dears
when storm clouds loom, there is nothing to fear.
Remember that they are temporary,
brief forces of nature just rattling trees.
       The sky will soon become bright blue and clear.

For tempests are blowhards, or so I hear,
bag-o-wind braggarts who blast in our ears,
minor annoyances, blustering bullies,
easily flustered, weak and unruly
       Oh, let not your hearts be troubled

Here’s a suggestion when chaos comes near:
Fire up the hearth, or chill out, grab a beer,
slip on your galoshes, go on a spree.
Stomp every puddle with child-like glee.
Radiate love when a whirlwind appears.
       Oh, let not your hearts be troubled

~kat – 11 February 2017
(A Rondeau)


Do You Remember?

Do you remember when you lost your way?
For some it was disguised as childplay
In cool divisive shades of pink and blue,
the lines were drawn according to the rules
And differences were judged in stark display.

Some fragile hearts were broken in the fray
of bitter battles between us and they
And lines were blurred obscuring every truth.
          Do you remember?

How magnificent you are in every way.
Your life’s a precious gift infused with grace.
Don’t let world fraught with fear subdue
the beauty of your soul that makes you, You…
          Do you remember?

kat – 12 June 2016
(a Rondeau)

A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme as follows: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short – a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical count)


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