Rhythm Band

2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3
Write a triangle poem

Rhythm Band

the triangle just
kind of dangles from
a piece of string

most children do not choose
it from the box of
noise making instruments

it makes a tiny tingling sound
a merry jingling sound
a not too loud sound

it does not clang
like the cymbals or
rattle like maracas

it does not call
attention to itself
like the drums

but there is always one
the quiet one, the shy one
who loves the magic

of the triangle


Music Sijo

Carpe Diem Universal Jane #13 Sijo the Korean poem

Sijo is traditionally composed in three lines of 14-16 syllables each, totaling between 44-46 syllables. A pause breaks each line approximately in the middle; it resembles a caesura but is not based on metrics.

Here is my attempt at this form

a gentle breeze blowing through dry reeds sang a mournful song
and the nightingale answered with a hopeful melody
young lovers heard neither making, instead, their own sweet music

Collaboration for Peace – 39



Doldrums and Dragonflies

Even in flight

I am not alone


By the zephyrs

Warm embrace

This too is my calm

My inner field of felicity

Double-winged, I will sing

To the flutter of my heart

In shades of iridescence


Mish has amazed me once again with this poem inspired by my dragonfly photo.

Check out her blog at mishunderstood to read more of her work and her enjoy her super photography.


At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we are finding inspiration in the words of Bob Dylan.
I’ve taken mine from All Along the Watchtower.


I’m watching,
waiting for the truth
for sweet songs
telling the stories of peace
that will heal our wounds


D’Verse Meeting the Bar – Bob Dylan


He spelled out the conflict
Of our youth
Like the letters on a Ouija board
He held the planchette
Pointing to the emotions
Of the Beat Generation,
The discord of the
Flower Children
Strumming the background
Music that accompanied
The distortions of the decades
Words that have kept the kid
In me alive

rain songs

Carpe Diem #1034 “let the rain kiss you”

[…] “Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” […] Langston Hughes

inside my small tent
ancient melodies recalled
rain taps a sweet song