I thought it was
Brick and mortar
Walls and windows
Rooms and furnishings
That is a falsehood
It is your stance beside me
Vertical and horizontal
Your shouts and whispers
Frowns and winks
Your heart and soul
Where you are
There is my home
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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and tonight De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) invites us to give it a wink at a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title) and include one word. This week’s word: wink.
This lady takes the early train
Wiping sleep from my eyes
To come back home again
Wash, rinse and reprise
Decades now spent
Chasing the enterprise
Of the adage
Early to bed, early rise
Not mentally healthy
Certainly not wealthy
And questioning the wise
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Tonight at dVerse Poets Pub Kim asks us to write a Quadrille (a 44 word poem, not including the title), using the word “Early.”
There should be no sound, so you can hear me
Yet I hear your voice scream out, in the silence of your love
Its timbre pains me, its timbre thrills you
When your yesterdays haunt you, in the restlessness of night
Would you accept me as balm? Let me be tomorrow’s peace
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TANKA / SUPER TANKA
The Tanka is an ancient form of Japanese poetry. Tanka are 31-syllable poems that have been the most popular form of poetry in Japan for at least 1300 years. In Japan, the Tanka 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 written side-by-side. Each can be read independently, but must work together as a whole.
dVerse ~ Poet Pub |
OpenLinkNight #220
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
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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
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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
Gritty taunting
Beauty haunting
You took your life, left us no choice
Only your voice
Just an echo
We can’t let go
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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?
Feel me.
Do you not hear me?
Hear me.
I know I can be shallow.
Shallow.
But you know I am not empty.
Empty.
Within my heartbeat echoes yours.
Yours.
Yet I know within your heartbeat mine is nothing.
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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.
The
Canvas
Is pristine
The artist sighs
Prepares the first brush
The
Canvas
Is intrigued
The artist picks
Lets the brush drizzle
The
Canvas
Is moaning
The artist smiles
Chooses the next brush
The
Canvas
Is complete
The artist bows
Blows the brushes out
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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.
Movie?
See the marquee?
Most of it’s just crappy,
Film wasted on stupidity.
Fifty Teenage Rambo Faster Beauty
We pay for insipidity.
Oh, complimentary!
So, its Part Three?
Let’s see!
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National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 9
Since it’s the 9th day, write a nine-line poem. I wrote a Rubliw.
The Rubliw is a monorhyme form of an epistle that begins with a salutation in iambic monometer, followed by lines that are iambic dimeter, trimeter, tetrameter, pentameter, and descending in that reverse order.
in
dread
tears flow
bitterly
down already wet cheeks
for names and faces I know not
in the past’s horror and in the fear of tomorrow
I wonder if the end begins
with powers-that-be
watering
away
life
life
for
the men
the women
children and babies
their breaths snuffed in odorless death
less than one hundred days in, it is how things will wage
for those who will not pay the cost
it does not matter
who will win
when all
will
lose
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National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 7
A to Z Challenge – F is for Fibonacci Spiral
Today’s form adds up to the Fibonacci Spiral
The Fibonacci Poem, or Fib Poem for short, is a single stanza poem based on the first 7 numbers of the Fibonacci sequence 1,1,2,3,5,8,13. The first and second lines are one syllable, the third line two syllables, the fourth line three syllables and so forth following the Fibonacci sequence. It traditionally ends at seven lines (13 syllables), but some have taken it longer following the sequence.
The Fibonacci Spiral poem is a more structured poem with two stanzas.
The 1st stanza has 13 lines, the 2nd stanza has 12 lines. The last line of your first stanza is repeated to become the first line of your second stanza with no gap between stanzas. Repeat the syllable count to form the spiral for a total 25 lines altogether. If this confuses you just look below.
The syllable counts must be as follows:
stanza 1
1st line – 1 syllable
2nd line – 1 syllable
3rd line – 2 syllables
4th line -3 syllables
5th line -5 syllables
6th line -8 syllables
7th line -13 syllables
8th line -8 syllables
9th line -5 syllables
10th line – 3 syllables
11th line – 2 syllables
12th line – 1 syllable (word must be at least 4 letters)
13th line – 1 syllable (repeat of the word above)
stanza 2 (remember there is no space between the two stanza)
14th line -1 syllables
15th line -2 syllables
16th line -3 syllables
17th line -5 syllables
18th line -8 syllables
19th line -13 syllables
20th line -8 syllables
21st line -5 syllables
22nd line – 3 syllables
23rd line – 2 syllables
24th line – 1 syllable
25th line – 1 syllable
Though not required, the poem should be Centered for the spiral.
My
Eyes
Glittered
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
Had loved
Then
Then
So
You knew
That tonight
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
Start of
My
Tears
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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
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