A voice gone
In the nebulous
To disappear completely
Never felt again
I am lost
Much like the fog in
Just like dew
To disappear completely
In the deep vastness
In the words
Once heard in volume
To disappear completely
And no one noticed
dVerse Poets Pub | MTB: Phantom Form — Shadorma
A Shadorma is a phantom form enshrouded in shadows and mystery. It is a syllabic poem consisting of six-line stanzas. The pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5, and you may write one stanza, twenty, or anywhere in between.
In honor of its nebulous origins, pub tender Gospel Isosceles suggests the content explore the fog, the paranormal, the unexplained phenomena of life and death. Ultimately though, let the Shadorma lead in what one shall write…and reveal.
Last year was lost to rumors
Boils, bursting at seams
Last ditch efforts telling sweet nothings
In the middle of the night
Hope, my first step
To the mighty vine of this year’s truths
All I need do is leap
In the silver light
The Sunday Whirl | Wordle 332
Mighty, Ditch, Silver, Tell, Vine, Light, Middle, Lost, Boil, Rumors, Nothings, Seams
Use at least ten in a short story of poem
dVerse Poets | Quadrille # 47 Leap
The rules in Quadrille is simple: write a poem, or short story in 44 words (excluding the title) with the word, LEAP.
You took your life, this summer day
Swept it away
And so we sigh
And so we cry
You took your life, our hearts makes due
But they’re not you
You took your life, left us no choice
Only your voice
Just an echo
We can’t let go
Today at dVerse Frank Hubeny asks us to take a minute and write a poem using the Minute Poem form:
A Minute Poem has exactly 60 syllables which we assume match the 60 seconds in a minute. The form also requires three stanzas of 20 syllables each. Each stanza has four lines. The first line has 8 syllables and the next three lines have 4 syllables each. If that is not enough constraints, the poem is expected to have end rhymes for the three stanzas that go aabb ccdd eeff.
I am still stunned by the suicide of Linkin Park Lead singer Chester Bennington, earlier today.
In a post from April I wrote about my love for Linkin Park and the very first time I heard them:
Chester Bennington, lead vocalist for Linkin Park, was unforgiving as he growled his way into my id, fucking trashed it like a drugged out rocker’s hotel room and by God I wanted more! When the video ended I immediately turned off the television hyperventilating, not knowing what the fuck hit me, but I remember I finally fell asleep and felt so much better upon waking.
A minute poem is about all I can do right now, so perfect.
dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar:The Minute Poem
Do you not feel me?
Do you not hear me?
I know I can be shallow.
But you know I am not empty.
Within my heartbeat echoes yours.
Yet I know within your heartbeat mine is nothing.
dVerse De (whimsygizmo) asks us to write a Quadrille, a poem of exactly 44 words – not including the title, and to make it echo. “Echo” being the word that must be used in the poem. I went for its absence.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille #32
The artist sighs
Prepares the first brush
The artist picks
Lets the brush drizzle
The artist smiles
Chooses the next brush
The artist bows
Blows the brushes out
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #30 – Drizzle
Mish wants us to drizzle out s Quadrille -a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title- using the word drizzle.
Today’s other form: the Arun.
A nonce poem created by friend and fellow blogger, GirlGriot, an Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements. Because today is Quadrille Monday, I took creative license of her form by adding a fourth stanza to meet the 44 word requirement for a Quadrille.
National Poetry Writing Month: Day 10
In the dark
That is what you said
As you walked towards me slowly
It was the perfect kind of night for new beginnings
As I lift my face
That it was among
Things that you
As you stepped to me
With a kiss and then walked away
That right then with the witness of Luna in the night
You could not begin to admit
That shine in my eyes
Was just the
National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 6
Write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view
The Daily Post | Daily Prompt – Denial
dVerse ~Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight: 193
A jumble of foliage comes in time
Start their claim on the season,
No longer native to this clime
She still stays on, only she knows the reason
Sprinkled bulbs and blossoms have burgeoned through the earth
She sits there in defiance, determined to keep her berth
“We all have to go, we can’t remain
That’s all there is to it”
But she hears not a word her friends say in vain
She will be the first to do it
And one by one her friends slowly twinkle away
Even as the last meanders off, she is going to stay
Her impetuous nature leaves her alone
But she has not a single fright
The jeweled dark a keepsake of her own
As she conceded to her last night
Afloat in mawkish memories and alternate outcomes
Even she cannot deny the allure of what she’s to become
A specter of what she once was her fate
Stretching in the cool shadow of night’s indigo
The rays of Sol start to illuminate
And she knows it’s now time for her to go
Facing windward for the last time, feels like a kiss goodbye too
As she the last snowflake falls from the first spring grass as dew
Today at dVerse Mish asks us to give nature a voice.
dVerse ~Poets Pub | Poetics: From Nature’s Point of View