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
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
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
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.
hello there dandy, first to bloom, with golden mane, frosted lightly, buttons of tiny petals to parasols of gray, taking flight one day on bursts of breath whispered softly to a crystalline sky… it would seem you are more than a nuisance, a weed deeply rooted, it is you who dares to bare your face, to rise, to shine in the light of the worm moon, to announce the coming spring… a dandy-lion who dallies with tempests, only to be plucked from the loam, soft, downy, feather-light, ripe for the kiss of wish-makers, to dance for wide-eyed innocents who dare to dream
bare tree limb tips dipped in green, white and lavender sunlight lingering into the evening, peepers peeping at dusk, worms slithering from the damp dark, bees, butterflies, spiders and ants, buzz, flit and creep, a hint of wet clay, fading leaves and first blooms in the mist and this, the first hummingbird sighting at the nectar jars outside my window it’s official...spring is finally here
NaPoWriMo2021 - Day 13 Prompt: This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
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