Month: December 2019 (Page 2 of 4)

I have no title… and no desire to chat about this one.

When will you forget
 the things we have in common
 that I am your son...
 
 Maybe some morning
 with the sun shining brightly
 in your front window?
 
 I’ll knock on the door
 you’ll answer tentatively
 and then I will know.
 
 You’ll offer me tea
 perhaps a cookie or two
 but you won’t know me.
 
 I’ll just be a man
 in your front room this morning
 asking you questions.

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Cheers!

Best intentions

plans laid out

and then the rug

is yanked from

beneath my feet.

Yeah… I’m told it’s pronounced “bir a thod-dayed”. Now that we have that out of the way… I need to confess. I left this until way too late in the day and the day really seems to have kicked my backside. I picked this form because it was six lines (and I could do six lines). I then discovered that when you have to come up with several words that all basically rhyme, six lines can be a bit of a challenge…

As it is, I crafted a “poem like thing” and it fits the most minimal description of the form. I probably owe Wales and all Welsh poets an apology, so I offer it now.

Here’s what I came up with:

Daily Dissent

December, my month of writing verse.
 Sometimes it’s better other times worse.
 Regular endings come across terse,
 several forced rhymes are interspersed.
 Hey! It’s amusing never the less...
 yet it's ever a challenging curse.

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Cheers!

Ok, so I’m not going to give her a happy ending… sorry. It’s my birthday, she can cry if she wants to…

She visits bookstores
 to escape the loneliness
 the smell reminds her
 of her favorite moments
 laughing as he read aloud.

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Cheers!

I started a story and didn’t finish it, so… here is the second installment… We shall see if there is more to come…

When she woke alone, 
 It all seemed like a bad dream. 
 Then she saw the blood
 there on the back of her hand
 where she had brushed his cold cheek.

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This just has to get better…

Cheers!

So, the tanka for originated in Japan, like the haiku and others… but it is a little different that the haiku. The Japanese tanka is a 5 line, 5-7-5-7-7 syllable count, poem. It focuses on a moment in time and allows for imagery and metaphor which haiku tend to avoid. The rules that the tanka does follow are… loose and up to interpretation in many respects. The tanka, in English, seems to benefit from attention to the meter of the line, more than the exact syllable count. There are a lot of interesting resources on the form, I’ll let you do your own research.

Here’s what I came up with:

Accident

They had to pry the
 rumpled sweatshirt from her hands
 as the rain fell lightly
 over the road and the wreck
 that left her alone in the world.

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Cheers!

I have been messing around with cinquains and find them to be interesting. I decided to string a few together… I had a little help with this one… thanks to… you know who you are. It’s fun when you can mash up poetry and storytelling…

The rain
 falling lightly
 on the roof of the jeep
 as I take a moment to read
 the book.
 

 The book,
 a gift from you,
 one that you have enjoyed.
 A lovely story, truly a 
 classic...
 

 Classic 
 story of love
 and of man’s redemption
 a timeless tale that sets my mind
 adrift...
 

 Adrift
 in memory
 of the days we spent in
 perfect harmony walking in
 The rain.

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Cheers!

Or moseying through the woods might be more accurate. So I am tired and have not taken the requisite time today to produce a Shakespearean quality sonnet or something of that sort.

Outside

Hiking
in the forest
away from the rat race
is good for the mind and the heart. 
To health...

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I have several ideas for poems, but since I have to write them on the day I put them up, I have to make time to do them up right. Keep watching, the best might be yet to come.

Tonight I am sharing a sort of free verse thing that I pulled out of a quick write. It is what it is…

Damned Dailies

Here I am again...
 6:53 pm with bits of rice 
 stuck to my shirt.
 
 There’s no beer in the house
 and whiskey is too much
 trouble to pour...
 
 so ice water, soy sauce and 
 a Chinese fortune cookie
 are now fueling me through
 this self-inflicted insanity
 my yearly flogging… 
 penance for my sins
 
 Sins sit well enough in the corner 
 until December when I
 drag them out to purge 
 or memorialize or
 deconstruct them in order 
 to craft a new verse.

 Condensation forms on my glass
 which in turn is steadily
 dripping on my shirt.
 
 I look down and see  a spot
 of mustard and, like my sins,
 I poke at it in vain.

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Cheers!

Today was ridiculously busy and while I probably COULD have made some time to write. I didn’t until now (11:20 pm) So here is a beginning of something based on the fibbonaci sequence. I only tell you it’s based on the Fibonacci sequence to make it seem more important than it is… But you will see that clearly.

Flirtationally Disposed

The
real
science
of flirting
is found in the eyes
and in the verse of lovesick guys
and also in the liquid luck bars serve after ten.

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Cheers!