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Posted by Raivenne on October 18, 2020
Posted in: Just Me, Being Me, Sherlocked & Loaded, The Present, WTF. Tagged: Art, BBC's Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes. Leave a comment

It’s October. Halloween is a couple of weeks away. I write Sherlock fanfic. So I asked myself, “Self, what would the classic Sherlock Holmes thinking pose look like on a skeleton?”

Naturally, nothing I wanted came premade, ready to hang. It Joanne’s, Michael’s, Amazon and even IKEA to create it. Even with ample ventilation I feel I will be smelling spray paint for days. It took several passes to get the pieces, especially the hands that dark.

It’s not exactly as I imagined it. And I am not sure, Jeremy Brett, Nigel Rathbone or even Benedict Cumberbatch would think much of it, but I love it.

The Quilt

Posted by Raivenne on October 5, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: #dversepoets, aging, dVerse ~ Poets Pub, poetry forms, Quadrille. 30 Comments

Each square is story

Sentences in stiches

Pillow tucked paragraphs

Chapters of meandering memories

Lockstitch a life

My life

Started by one old hand

At my beginning

Passed through other hands

While I was busy

Finished with my old hand

To blanket my end

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Tonight at dVerse Merrill has the feel of autumn and wants to be blankest in a quadrille, a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered and must include some form of the prompt word – blanket.

dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #113: Blanket Us

dVerse Poets Pub graphic

GPS

Posted by Raivenne on August 26, 2020
Posted in: #Tanka Tuesday, Poetry, Word Craft ~ Prose & Poetry. Tagged: Poetry, poetry forms, SuperTanka, Tanka Tuesdaya, Word Craft ~ Prose & Poetry. 6 Comments

Squiggles on a screen/in the dark night

time the path of my travel/there lays a stillness between

lines that do not take/the distance of us

into account the beating/that is guiding the silence

of my warm heart already there/at home so close yet so far

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Having another go at a (Super) Tanka

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 192, #Themeprompt : Map

Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

A Quiet Moment Passing

Posted by Raivenne on August 20, 2020
Posted in: OpenLinkNight, Poetry. Tagged: #dversepoets, dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Oddquain, OpenLinkNight, Poetry, poetry forms. 29 Comments

The
Blue skies and
Warm colors belie
The first hint of autumn days.
Pause.

Stop.
Acquire
A quiet moment.
Life encourages this soft
Path.

Time
Will again
Invoke its magic.
Next dash of eternity –
Poof!

Smile.
Wallow in
A chance to marvel
The ebb and flow of breeze; be
Touched.

Give
This its due
What will be – will be
Change is the only constant,
Breathe.

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Today’s form is a Crown Oddquain

Tonight Linda tends bar at dVerse where on this day 58 years ago The Rolling Stones released “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” and tonight happens to be Open Link Night.

dVerse Poets Pub| Open Link Night : On This Day

dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight Mic

Garden Tableau

Posted by Raivenne on August 11, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Poetry, Quadrille, Saturday Mix. Tagged: #dversepoets, dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, poetry forms, Quadrille. 11 Comments

In the early hours
As the dawn does rise
Rain had fallen deep
As I lay in sleep
And soaked the dark earth  

Awake now I breathe
The petrichor scent
Deep in the city
A moment of Zen
My window garden
Belies urban sprawl

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dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille: How Does Your Garden Grow?

At dVerse Victoria wants to know about our gardens in a quadrille.

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title. The poem must contain the prompt word for the challenge: Garden.

And because Muse likes to combine challenges I wrapped the Quadrille in a Tableau. (Or is that wrapped the Tableau in a Quadrille? You decide.)

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie| Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 8 August 2020

For this week’s Lucky Dip, the mystery bag gives us a Tableau. 

The Tableau, a poetry form created by Emily Romano in October of 2008, consists of one or more verses, each having six lines. Each line should have five beats. There is no set rhyme scheme, although rhyme may be present. The title should contain the word tableau.

Welcome Tableau

Posted by Raivenne on August 8, 2020
Posted in: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Music Prompt, Poetry, Saturday Mix. Tagged: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Prompt, poetic forms, Poetry, Tableau. 2 Comments

I with heart of night
Now reach for the sun
With revered delight
Oh, sweet baby girl
This is what you’ve done
Welcome to the world  

Baby you’re the best
It is not bias
This I can attest
Oh, sweet baby girl
My love most pious
Welcome to the world  

My soul you’ve laid bare
And redefined love
All I have I share
Oh, sweet baby girl
Stuff dreams are made of
Welcome to the world

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Double dipping with two challenges this weekend:

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Music Challenge
– Nobody Does It Better Week 85

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Saturday Mix
– Lucky Dip, 8 August 2020 – The Tableau

Empty Tableau

Posted by Raivenne on August 8, 2020
Posted in: Lucky Dip, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Poetry, Saturday Mix. Tagged: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Nothingness, Poetry, poetry forms, Tableau. 6 Comments

I am not happy
I am not angry
Nothing here to share
In this lethargy
Abject apathy
Cannot seem to care

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie| Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 8 August 2020

For this week’s Lucky Dip, the mystery bag gives us a Tableau. 

The Tableau, a poetry form created by Emily Romano in October of 2008, consists of one or more verses, each having six lines. Each line should have five beats. There is no set rhyme scheme, although rhyme may be present. The title should contain the word tableau.

One dictionary states the word tableau means picture or representation; the poem should reflect this. A picture should come to mind as the poem is read.

Muse challenges with the representation of nothingness. Nothing to see here, but you can picture it.

The Final Bow

Posted by Raivenne on August 6, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight, Poetry. Tagged: #dversepoets, dVerse ~ Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight, Poetry. 19 Comments
Just once more, he begged and pleaded to her
A hello and farewell tour as it were
She scoffs it’s the silliest thing she’s heard
And besides she’s now much too old a bird
For what purpose could there possibly be
To take on the burden of one like she
 
To argue money came quickly and went
Her career had made her quite affluent
Nor could he argue for awards or fame
Not with world-wide accolades in her name
Just one more stand in the glow of limelight
Doing the craft that has been her delight
 
Ten years had passed since she last graced a screen
And Broadway? Well that was a near fifteen
It goes back and forth for a little while
But he knows she’s in once he sees the smile
That smiles that stops men even as jaded as he
It was hard not to rub his hands with glee
 
Some thought she turned a new leaf in life
She brought none of the old dramas or strife
A junior diva tested this new meek
And learned from the curb that sweet is not weak
And not a step was missed as she rehearsed
Her new elegance shined as others cursed
 
The nocturne really tested her voice
Her body tired but she had no choice
Once her fire’s lit she’s in for the fight
And she was just fine come opening night
She trusted her nerves would not let her sway
As a full house harkens each word she says
 
When that solo light shines, she feels such bliss
And knows nothing, nothing will equal this
The applause thunders as the curtain falls
And she waits for the first of curtain calls
A bouquet of taffy and red roses
Greets her as she rises from her poses
 
She laughs at the joke, both ancient and sage
And waves at the giver just left of stage
Exhausted but grateful she has this chance
To act, to sing and yes a little dance
As the light faded, she fell to the floor
The diva had had her final encore
 
She was called difficult but the best
Fact to which all who knew her did attest
Eulogies told with melancholy tears
At the services filled with loved ones and peers
Every soul there agreed that it was
Fitting the last thing she heard was applause
woman on stage arms out

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Tonight Lillian tends bar at dVerse Poets Pub. It’s Open Link Night, where our words are all we’re ‘just sayin’…’ | Open Link Night : Just Sayin’ . . .

dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight Mic

No Means To Measure

Posted by Raivenne on June 18, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar, Poetry. Tagged: #dversepoets, dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Imagism, Meeting the Bar, Poetry, poetry forms, SuperTanka. 22 Comments

I rise up in slate – what care I of time?

Shades reflective of my soul – my heart wonders in hues felt,

Charcoal through silver – yellows through purples.

Dawn or dusk does not matter – the seconds, minutes, the hours

In the colors of mourning – are no means to measure joy.

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At dVerse, Frank Tassone, our pubtender for today’s Meeting the Bar, challenges us to delve into aesthetics of Imagism, where less verbiage is employed to produce more imagery. We’re also encouraged to use Japanese or Sappho Greek lyric to accomplish such.

I chose an ancient form of Japanese poetry called Tanka and used it as a Super Tanka.

Tanka are 31-syllable poems. In Japan, it is usually written as a straight line of characters, but in English and other Western languages, it is usually divided into five lines, with a syllable count of 5-7-5-7-7.

The key to the Super Tanka form is that it is two Tanka side-by-side. Each can be read independently, yet must also work together as a whole, in effect creating three poems in one.

dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: Imagism Revisited

dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight Mic

Until Control Slips

Posted by Raivenne on June 1, 2020
Posted in: dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Poetry, Quadrille. Tagged: #dversepoets, dVerse ~ Poets Pub, George Floyd, Poetry, poetry forms, Quadrille, rage, slip. 14 Comments
Suppressing a desire
For centuries commuted
Ferried about
Twixt the rage
And the frustration
Via the complication
Of our blackness unheard and unseen
Except through
Crosshairs white and blue
Until control held sage
With fury slips out
Only to be persecuted
For the fire

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dVerse ~Poets Pub Quadrille #105: Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War

Tonight at dVerse Linda challenges us to write a Quadrille, is a poetic form created here at dVerse, a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title) and including this challenge’s prompt word: SLIP

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    • No Means To Measure
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