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
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!
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
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.
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
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.
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
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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’ . . .
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
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
Given sweet release, on a sultry night
One hears the morning bird’s song, I close my eyes and breathe deep
It bans the darkness, heeding ganja’s call
Sleep a hazy memory, in the aromatic flush
Bright music waking the soul, all coherent thinking lost
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Tonight on dVerse Poets Pub Mish challenges us to flush things out in a quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title. One of those 44 words must be the prompt – flush..
As I worked this out I realized I was on the path to creating a Super Tanka, so I just went with Muse and combined both. And being that today is 4/20 my mind naturally went to ganja’s call…
LIFE living existence one day at a time for the rest of your time trying to be at one's best 'because the alternative sucks' CHANCE fortune in fate's hand opportunity it's not in your control what turns the wheel, guides the die 'life, the moment your eyes open' DEATH finite infinite it is what it is for as long as we're here It's not as long as we're gone 'it is the great equalizer' PAIN anguish agony in body or soul and oftentimes in both you bear the unbearable 'it's what lets you know you're alive' FAITH belief conviction the ultimate trust is the substance of hope evidence of things not seen 'all that I have left in me now'
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It’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub and a join in with a Clarity Pyramid poetry form for National Poetry Writing Month.
