Photo by kazuend
He promised to meet her, in the spring in the cherry tree grove.
But that year winter and the war held on, cold and cruel.
That year for him…and for her…spring never came.
kat ~ 21 April 2016
A Three Line Tale in response to Sonya’s (only 100 words) weekly challenge based on the photo prompt above.
Happy Sunday and Happy 10th day of Poetry Month. Today’s poetry form is a perfect blend of left and right brain…the poem itself, a blend of elements, seasons, earth and sky. It is the perfect poetic storm…at least in my own mind! And you will recognize an old friend, my fairy tree lady.
Because she was so near an oak tree when I first noticed her, I assumed that she was an oak sapling. But this spring I discovered she is, in fact, a dogwood tree!
Serendipitous! Don’t you think? What better form could there be, but the Fibonacci…expanding cyclically into infinity! The whole idea of it makes me smile!
A Fibonacci Poem is a 6-line poem that follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line. It is expandable if you are mathematically inclined…alas, I am not. So I will stick to the basic form. But for those who want to give the expanded version a try, I’ve included the equation sequence to give you a start! The standard version syllable sequence is 1-1-2-3-5-8. The expanded version is calculated as such:
0+1=1
1+1=2
1+2=3
2+3=5
3+5=8
5+8=13
8+13=21
13+21=34
and so on and so forth…to infinity and beyond
Here then is my take:
Photo Credit: Kat Myrman 2016
She
whose
bare limbs
weathered winter,
now adorns herself in
a flowing gown of dogwood blooms.
kat ~ 10 April 2016
Happy Thursday! Last week I shared the beginning buds of greenery in my neighborhood. This week I am sharing some of the first blooms in my humble garden. I do not have a green thumb, so any flowers that do manage to show up are miracles to me. Aside from the flowering weeds that I love until they overtake my lawn, I am fortunate to be blessed by a few more cultivated friends, perennials who visit me every year around this time. And so without further adieu, I give you this week’s installment…First Blooms!
Creeping Phlox
First few Roses of the season, dew still clinging to the leaves!
…And the other one that found hidden in the back of the bush. I wish I had smell-o-vision so you could enjoy not only their beauty in appearance but their wonderful fragrance as well! 🙂
See other “neighbourhoods” or submit snapshots of your own corner of the world at a cooking pot and twisted tales. Thanks to Jacqueline for hosting this fun challenge!
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
In honor of National Poetry Month, I am going to post a poem a day for the month of April. And for the love of poetry, I am challenging myself to try a different poetry form each day.
For today, I chose the Alouette:
The Alouette consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b
I was inspired by a strange robin who has spent the entire past week ramming into the windows of my cubicle and the office next door. He does this for hours. So sad. Someone said it is mating season and he is trying to connect with his reflection. Well if he so wacko that he keeps this up for an entire week, perhaps it’s best if he doesn’t make it out of this perpetual loop. Flocks of wacky chicks ramming themselves into buildings is no way to preserve and continue a species! I caught him looking at me and had my phone handy to take his pic. He’s a mess!
Spring Selection
Poor little robin
bashing your noggin’
Spring has made you quite insane
wasting affection
on your reflection
your frantic efforts in vain
But it’s for the best
you don’t pass the test
something’s amiss with your mind
Nature’s selection
based on perfection
preserves the flock from your kind!
kat ~ 1 April 2016
like mercury colliding... 