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d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #78: Rise
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Poem With a Plan
This poem had a plan –
stay up all night and
watch the sun rise
Watch the morning
ablutions of doves in
the green birdbath
To sip some Earl Gray
as the sky turns pinky blue
This poem woke up on
The couch at noon
d’Verse Poets – Poetics: love the words
Laura has us channelling Dylan Thomas for this Pub challenge
BELL-VOICED, CRADLE-PETALS, DARK-VOWELLED, DUST-TONGUED,
FIRE-DWARFED, GRAVE-GROPING, HARE-HEELED, HEAVEN-CIRCLING,
LARK-HIGH, MAP-BACKED, MOON-BLOWN, MUFFLE-TOED,OWL-LIGHT, RINGED-SEA, SCYTHE-EYED, SHE-BIRD,
TEAR-CULLED, TIDE-LOOPED, WATER-SPOKEN, WHALE-WEED
For this Tuesday Poetics I’m asking you to write a poem using at least FOUR of the hyphenated compound words from the above list. Employ as little or as much of Thomas’ other methodologies too as but most of all, let’s love the words!
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Of Souls Lost and Found
He walked softly, muffle-toed, through
the back of time. He walked until he
caught the ghost of her thoughts, heaven-circling,
whirling, swirling, out of reach. He walked straight
into yesterday where moon-blown memories
faded and dust-tongued poets stoked the fires of
remorse. He walked on, tide-looped and dizzy. And
when she found him, her bell-voiced lullaby and
tear-culled embrace brought him back to life.
d’Verse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere
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Skipping Pebble
If I could be a pebble
I would skip myself across a
glassy lake – creating ripples
that grow larger, spread
farther until
they wash my love onto
the shore of your heart
Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems
De (whimsygizmo) is testing us over at the Pub
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Aced It
This poem is a rhyming ace
Has won first place
In a poeming race
A great big smile upon its face
A sassy curtsy performed with grace
It’s no longer commonplace
Claimed a spot in cyberspace
For you – in case
You require an embrace
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille – Troll
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A Trolling Poem
This poem has gone fishing –
trolling for words to give to you.
Tender words,
gentle words
that will make you smile.
Shy words,
humble words
that will make you care.
Words like a warm hug.
Words that will make you
fall in love
The Friday form challenge over at Poetic Asides is –
Strambotto Poems
“Some of these forms are older than others, and the strambotto traces back to the 13th century. This Italian form known as ottava siciliana (Sicilian octave) or strambotto popolare was the preferred form in Southern Italy, while strambotto toscano was more popular in Tuscany [hat tip to Edward Hirsch’s A Poet’s Glossary]. Today strambotto toscano is known as ottava rima.”
The basic rules for strambotto:
Octave (8-line) poems or stanzas
Hendecasyllabic (or 11-syllable) lines
Rhyme scheme: abababab
Alternate version: There’s also a six-line variant form (still called strambotto) with hendecasyllabic lines and an ababab rhyme scheme.
Here is my attempt (and a picture of that crocus)
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And I Smiled
I found a yellow crocus blooming today
amid the detritus of a season gone.
Its slender green and white leaves finding a way
through fallen leaves and bits of bark. It was drawn
by Spring’s silent signals and the Sun’s warm rays.
Tightly curled buds, the color of a new fawn,
unfurl to show off in golden, flouncy play
as a milder wind makes them dance in my lawn
d’Verse Poets Pub – Poetics: Mardi Gras Mambo
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Rolled Over by the Good Times
This poem is flat on its back
Decked out in beads
Passed by and forgotten
Its party days are over
No words left to dance through
These vacant lines on blank paper
It will now march to the beat
Of a different meter – slow down
Become reflective, introspective
Make each syllable accountable
Tread hand-in-hand with its muse
On soft iambic feet
Quadrille #75: Spike up a Poem
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Waiting for the Equinox
This poem is ready to do that Spring thing
shed some layers, put away the sled.
It’s feeling a spike in gratitude – change
of attitude as that old sun creeps closer,
shines shinier, starts to warm the bones
of this winter weary poem
D’Verse Poets – Poetry Forms – The Pantoum
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In Early March
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because it started slowly
it fooled us into disbelief
once again the forecast wrong
winter’s surely in retreat
it fooled us into disbelief
fine, feathery flakes seemed harmless
winter’s surely in retreat
no need watch or worry now
fine, feathery flakes seemed harmless
we put away our shovels, gloves
no need to watch and worry now
and in the morning we’re snowed in
we put away our shovels, gloves
once again the forecast wrong
and in the morning we’re snowed in
because it started slowly
d’Verse Poets Pub – Games night!
Sarah has us playing computer games. I chose the following three
Elder scrolls
Space war
Torchlight
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I walk through the rows
By tourchlight, my trowel
In hand, a packet of seeds
In my pocket
Trying to plant the ‘old’ way
Under the light of the moon
Following the method written
In the elder scrolls –
Hoping that at harvest time
Peas and beans and squash
Will be engaged in space wars
