Waltmarie Poetic Form

Poetic Bloomings – PROMPT #324 – JUST ONE WORD

On the Bench at Night

I sit as still as a human can –
patient
The sun has set and dusk has settled –
quiet
I try to match my breath to the gentle breeze–
calmly
Small creatures emerge from daylight hiding places –
searching
and my heart sends out a quiet message –
for you

(I changed one word of Walt Whitman’s title, On the Beach at Night, for this prompt)

Here’s another example of the form

Building a Snowman

They waited for the world to turn white –
frozen
Rolled balls of snow, bigger and bigger –
child-size
Broken twigs from the apple tree for arms, two hands –
mittens
He stood, smiling his pebble smile, until the warm sun appeared –
dripping
Then slowly disappeared, until only a memory remained –
stories


I may have created a new poetic form!

Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately

Only a Dream

d’Verse Poets Pub -MTB: endings / beginnings

Only a Dream

She dreamed of leading a big marching band,
With a shiny baton twirling in her small hands
She didn’t want drums or a horn she could toot,
instead she asked Santa for majorette boots

The white leather ones with bright tassels of red.
They’re the pair she envisioned at night, in her bed.
So she went to bed early, this good little girl,
Pulled her blanket way up so it covered her curls.

She kept her eyes closed when wind started to blow,
the rooftops and bushes soon were covered with snow.
The best winter night for dear Santa to bring
the boots that she wanted more than anything

But her letter to Santa must have lacked clear instruction.
The boots under the tree were a felt reproduction.

Waiting for Santa

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #118: In the Inglenook

Waiting for Santa

She fell asleep beside the slowly dying embers
and dreamt of warmer climes, sunny skies.
She only meant to rest a while, hidden in the shadow
of the inglenook, until the clocked chimed midnight
when Santa would return home to grant her Christmas wish.

Haiku

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: travels in the wild

Haiku
(about a squirrel hunting in the mountains)

peaks covered in Oaks
squirrel hunting in the mountains
has found Nirvana

A Place to Shine

dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides


A Place to Shine

Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”

A Place to Shine

dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille 117 — The Dude Abides


A Place to Shine

Stars grew weary of the day.
They twinkled their hardest and
still could not outshine the bully Sun.
They danced and sparkled until
some burnt themselves out,
some collapsed. The gentle
Moon opened its arms wide and
beckoned to them, “Come, abide with me.”

Seeking Merope

d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Stars that count

Seeking Merope

Somewhere hidden in darkness
she waits for her chance to glow.
Seductive and pulsing her
shine is covered with dusty
silken robes of jealousy.
Sisters who fear her brightness
secret her away in shame.

Namaste

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #116: Poem Those Possibles

Namaste

We find ourselves twisted and stretched
Into Impossible positions – Eagle arms,
bridges, chairs, up and down
dogs. Sometimes we are
mountains, sometimes
dolphins or camels. Then slowly breath in,
breath out coming back to heart center–
armed with peace,
facing a day of possibilities.