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Oviellejo #16

stormy, stormy night

strobes of light flash in the black sky
a storm is nigh

thunder rumbles shaking the earth
rain droplets burst

on the scorched earth and trees
cool is the breeze

on late summer nights like these
children scamper off to their beds
praying sweet dreams to fill their heads
a storm is nigh, rain droplets burst, cool is the breeze

~kat


The Oviellejo is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines.


Florescence Day 16

Florescence16

Public Domain Photo from Pixabay.com; Poem by Kat Myrman

come dawn, the aftermath
carnage marks its path
the tempest’s brutal wrath, leaves us numb

~kat

Day 16’s Florescence for Jane Dougherty. We are entering the stormy season here. It’s the battle of the seasons and the elements repeated year after year. What is laid waste we restore over and over, collecting the salvageable remnants, while mourning the lost. This is a random seaside photo of the aftermath of a storm. Last night, several neighboring towns less than an hour from where I live were flattened by tornadoes. I thought about using a photo from the news had captured the damages this morning, but it is too soon I think. Too soon.


Storm – Magnetic Poetry Monday

storm

a symphony of black
heaving madness
drives the sky from
blue to bitter, raining
a sea of life
on our heads

~kat

(Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit)


Lost in the Storm – NaPoWriMo 2017 #6


I almost forgot last night’s
storm, blinded by radiant
streams of sun bursting
from a breach of clustering,
cumulus billows, remnants
of a tempest not content
to blow over lightly, swelling
instead into her next fit
of fury…I almost forgot
how crazed you were,
even your smile cannot
span the breach between
us…not yet…maybe never.

-kat – 6 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 – Optional Prompt – “Write about different ways of looking at something.” I decided to tackle the challenge in on poem.)


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)