Showing posts with label in-form poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label in-form poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

May Hip-hooray Hip-Hip For-May


PAD Challenge day 24:
Closing in on the finish line of another April Poem-A-Day Challenge, so today I’m upping the stakes for anyone who wants an extra challenge!

For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:
  1. Write a roundelay. Guidelines here. Or…
  2. Write an anti-form poem.

 Some snippets of spent May-day Hip-hoorays! (and my first attempt at writing a roundelay)







 Ontario-ans are pinning their hopes on May for a big "hip-hip-hooray" when it comes to weather!

Earth dons a robe fit for a king
The orchard dons pink-petal gilt
The bud dons bloom where robins sing
The meadow-brook dons silver lilt
The heart dons hope once more as spring
Tucks winter ‘neath a flower-quilt

The bud dons bloom where robins sing
The meadow-brook dons silver lilt
The woodland’s lofty belfries ring
With hymns that broken bud-harps spilt
The heart dons hope once more as spring
Tucks winter ‘neath a flower-quilt

The woodland’s lofty belfries ring
With hymns that broken bud-harps spilt
Across the dross of death grace flings
A breath of life to dreams rebuilt
The heart dons hope once more as spring
Tucks winter ‘neath a flower-quilt

Across the dross of death grace flings
A breath of life to dreams rebuilt
Earth dons a robe fit for a king
The orchard dons pink-petal gilt
The heart dons hope once more as spring
Tucks winter ‘neath a flower-quilt

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Together 'We'




During our Sunday Seed this past weekend, Bill Preston reminded us in his tribute to our friend Earl Parsons, by writing a poem in the poetic form that Earl had proposed a while back. Earl call it an "Appreciate" explaining it's origin from the children chant "Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate..." So as such, the stanza of the poem has two words in the first line, four in the second, six in the third line and finishes with eight words in the last line. I believe you can string stanzas together with that configuration.
So write your poem in Earl's form, Appreciate. Let him know you have him in your thoughts, and I'm sure he would certainly do just that, appreciate your efforts.



First you,
Then me, together ‘we’
And ‘we’ is better than ‘I’
Whether we laugh or whether we cry

I hate
To think of you
Alone, when we should be together
…everyone needs someone with which to weather weather

Don’t you
Agree, my dear, we,
No matter what we must weather
It is much more bearable when we’re together

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Two Rispettos or One Autumn Poem Entitled Silk-Thread Toll



Today Poetic Bloomings invites us to a write a Rispetto.
A Rispetto, an Italian form of poetry, (Italian:: “respect,” – plural rispetti, a Tuscan folk verse form) is a complete poem of two rhyme quatrains. The meter is usually iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd. A Heroic Rispetto is written in Iambic pentameter, usually featuring the same rhyme scheme.


Fretwork of farmer’s field is felled
And fruit from laden leaf-looms culled
Spring’s framework to filled fathoms meld
Bud-promises plucked, pulled and hulled

Mist-trysts on frost-kissed climes amass
Like gilded glints of shattered glass
As glitter of forgotten wars
Bedecks earth’s heath in breath-wreathed stars

***


Time’s rubric is resolute, fixed
Season-ilk spirals, silk-thread toll
Of Birth, then death; a life betwixt
Its quantum woven through with Soul

Nothing new waits where Now, newborn
Baits gated brogue of morrow’s morn
Where wonder-lust and laughter-tears
Stirs soldered dust of yesteryears

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Rain-love



Today's inform challenge at Poetic Bloomings is short and sweet; the Dodoitsu.  The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin and is often about love or humor. It has 26 syllables arranged as four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively. It is unrhymed and non-metrical.

Soft rain slips a cool blanket
Over the rounded shoulders
Of a summer-weary earth
Drained of its laughter

© Janet Martin

We are love-loving the rain after a scorching summer!




Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Moment-Medley


There is a mystic meter to life’s moments
As they run like glints of sand
Through Mercy’s Hand
To phantom lands
Of Done
Let’s
 Linger
Longer, Darling,
Mosey slower through
This day before the door
To Never More soft snuffs its gold to gray

© Janet Martin

Let's... 
Linger... 
Longer...
 Darling...
 Mosey slower...
 ...through this day,
 Before the door to Never More
soft-snuffs its gold
to gray.