surrender
a flutter
dry leaves pitter-pat
a whisper
the winds come
this season of letting go
to pluck death from us
to help us
let go of the things
we cling to
the wind swells
when we’re ready to move on
in our hearts we know
it is time
there’s no avoiding
the sickle
or the wind
a wise soul will surrender
to know true freedom
~kat
A trio of Shadormas that I’ve been chewing on for weeks. Peace and love to you wherever you happen to be on the journey! ❤️
letting go
like the trees
it is time for me
to let go
of the child
broken, haunted by old ghosts
lingering poison
to wake up
get over myself
dance naked
in the breeze
less green but open-hearted
wild, brilliant joy
to heal
the trees will show me
the way home
their secret
all must die a bit each day
to live…let go…breathe
~kat
I have grown quite sick of myself…the wallowing in past wrongs, unresolved issues, the self-loathing practice of sabotaging myself time and again because…what if? I’m sorry, if you know me well, for dragging you along with me through the muck. Enough already. Maybe it’s the tug of the looming new moon, but I’m over being a victim. This moment, right here, right now I am determined to be a tree. The dead leaves I’ve clung to for so long serve me no purpose but to stifle me from fully embracing the coming spring. New beginnings happen every season. But you have to let go to taste them!
A trio of Shadormas 3/5/3/3/7/5 a la Magnetic Poetry Online (The Poet’s Kit).
blustery
billows cool and damp
ride the wind
frost the dawn
like a whisper summer fades
autumn blushes rouge
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) is a fun short form. NO metering, no rhyming…just count syllables.
never you mind
do
tell
you seem
to know all,
everything and more
only your way is right, i know
but consider
if you will, other
ideas
opinions
you may learn something
or not...i forgot
your mind’s not open for business
is it that you fear
being wrong
or that
i’m
right
~kat
For today’s NaPoWriMo2021 Day 7 Challenge: pick from – the shadorma, and the Fib, a combo starting with a Fib followed by the Shadorma and ending with a Reverse Fib.
The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5
The Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1.
tick tock tick
soon this year of years
will be gone,
history,
twenty twenty-one come quick
our hope rests in you
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Tanka Tuesday’s Last Challenge of 2020! For the LAST poetry challenge of 2020, I want you to write a poem about hope, using your favorite poetry form (it doesn’t have to be syllabic). Please make these poems inspirational to others. No negativity and No politics! We’ve all had enough politics to last us another lifetime. After you’ve written your poem, tell us why the specific form you chose is your favorite. Why does that form resonate with you? If it’s a new form, teach us how to write that specific form.
I have many favorite poetry forms, but amongst the syllabic forms, I have to say I love the Shadorma. I love that there are six lines, some short, some longer. It lends itself to a very interesting piece, allowing the writer to expound on a topic fully with brevity.
like mercury colliding... 