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Laundry Day

Poetic Bloomings -INFORM POET – SHADORMA

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.

d’Verse Poets Pub – OLN

Clean laundry
So neatly folded
In a pile
Makes me think
Of warm days, gentle breezes
My mother’s clothes line

Hung with the
Details of our lives
Dad’s blue shirts
My patched shorts
And the beautiful lacy
Slips my mother wore

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A Silent Friend

d’Verse Poets Pub – MTB: Phantom Form — Shadorma

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A Silent Friend

the fog knows
small secrets we keep
what we hide
from the light
like a good friend who won’t tell
what has been whispered

 

Posted in poetry, Shadorma

Heartsong

B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond – Nov 12, 016
Leonard Cohen is our inspiration for this week – especially his song Hallelujah

And over in the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads we are writing about those Still Points in our lives.

Heartsong

They stole my
words And spun them round
they didn’t
sound The same
Or even tell the story
That I meant to tell

They set them
To a melody
that Charmed the crowds And
fooled some fools
Until I
Wrenched them back again and sang
The song of my heart

cgk ’16

Posted in poetry, Shadorma

I Struggle

B&P Shadorma  for Nov 5, 2016

Today’s poem is “Traveling Through the Dark” by William E. Stafford:

Here is my Shadorma inspired by this poem

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right or wrong
is not always clear
I struggle
heart and head
do battle in the darkness
while my soul seeks peace

Posted in poetry, Shadorma

Dolor

Welcome back to Bastet!

This week at B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re taking our inspiration from Autumn Rain by D. H. Lawrence.

Autumn Rain

The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;

the cloud sheaves
in heaven’s fields set
droop and are drawn

in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my face

falling — I hear again
like echoes even
that softly pace

heaven’s muffled floor,
the winds that tread
out all the grain

of tears, the store
harvested
in the sheaves of pain

caught up aloft:
the sheaves of dead
men that are slain

now winnowed soft
on the floor of heaven;
manna invisible

of all the pain
here to us given;
finely divisible
falling as rain.

D. H. Lawrence

@)—>—>—

it was fall
I sat quietly
with my grief
beside me
brown leaves covered the ground
and I mourned each one

© cgk 2016

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moon dancing

arms outstretched
faces turned upward
moonlight shines
as we laugh
monsters hiding in the dark
shrink and fade away
© cgk 2016


At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re getting our inspiration from the following poem
by Zeki Majed

Dancing in the Olive Field

With your fragile soul in my arms
We move with the rhythm of our hearts
Side to side, left and right
We both feel love inside
For each other, for the sight
Of the setting sun, for your beautiful eyes
Where I see the reflection of the moon rise
As we are moving with the wind
So gentle, yet the entire world can feel
The passion which we carry when our bare feet
Slide across the land like a summer breeze
With your head on my chest, your hands in mine
We are dancing in the olive field…
With a sinful smile…
The scent of heaven reaches my tears
That travel across my face
Full of sorrow, that leaves
Like the autumn leaves
Waiting to be replaced by spring…
Like the happiness that you bring
When we are dancing in the olive field…
Side to side, left and right
Forever intertwined…with you my darling
As we…are dancing in the olive field…

(c) Zeki Majed, 2015