Of Canvas and Creation

Poetic Bloomings Prompt; day 6. A few challenges today. Because it is Wednesday it is 'form' day. Todays's form is the Triolet.

 Triolet is an 8-line French verse form. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB and all lines are in iambic tetrameter; the first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well.

Today's prompt challenge: 
Compare a summer something with how it is like something else, and write a poem about it.

Each day is like a piece of art

Soon it will deck the halls of thought

Summer, what beauty you impart

Each day is like a piece of art

A masterpiece of earth and heart

Beneath a Hand of mercy wrought

Each day is like a piece of art

Soon it will deck the halls of thought

© Janet Martin

Hope For All...In-form Wednesday at Poetic Bloomings

Today's form is the Pathya Vat...The Pathya Vat is a Cambodian verse form, consisting of four lines of four syllables each, where lines two and three rhyme. When a poem consists of more than one stanza, the last line of the previous stanza rhymes with the second and third lines of the following one.

The day is young

And so, its hope

Whereby we cope

…God in control

Press onward then

Toward the goal

Where only soul

Can access Heav’n

We, sinners all

Can be forgiv’n

The Lord is ris’n

His death bought life

Press onward then

Time’s joy and strife

Runs raw and rife

Until we die

This day is young

And you and I

Beneath its sky

Are not alone

Rejoice in this;

Love’s gift of grace

A resting place

Where fear would reign

Press onward then

Through grief and pain

Toward the gain

Eye cannot see

The love of God

Abides, full-free

Eternity

Waits to explain

© Janet Martin

Where Footfalls Fade

Poetic Bloomings INFORM PROMPT: Collins Sestet

 

Tread softly, dear, the by and by

You think is far from here is nigh

The little boy that runs and plays

Will soon be lost to yesterdays

The carefree girl will dance and dream

Into that world of what has been

Tread softly, dear and do not pine

For morrows waiting down the line

Where soon, too soon you’ll realize

The value of each moment-prize

And how they meld, blue-gold-gray-green

Into that world of what has been

Tread softly, love, and live full, free

In every day God grants to thee

Soft, swift the gift of it folds to

Bygones that claim their daily due

Where footfalls fade, seen to unseen

Into that world of what has been

© Janet Martin

I dare every mom out there 'who misses her terrible' to read this without shedding a tear with Marilla;)

Breath of Days (AUBADE)

Poetic Bloomings blooms with the Aubade today 

Like a grand, golden trumpet the sun heralds break of day

Beneath heaven-set timing zephyr-violinists play

The birth of time’s fresh offspring fills the hills of earth with praise

As all creation sings a hymn to the Maestro of days

The table on the east lays out its feast of daily Bread

The poor and rich alike are at the mercy of time’s Head

The wise will recognize Love’s grace that grants the sacred ‘yes’

That lights the day that lights the way that none have traveled yet

The crimson lily blushes and the brook in yonder mead

Like pink platinum ribbon binds the green bank to its thread

The woodland bursts with jubilee where feather-throated throng

Without a care gild dawn’s young air with nature’s purest song

How lovely is the hope that spills beyond the reach of earth

Save in the prayer that climbs the air that chimes with virgin birth

Ah, holy, holy, holy brims from lowly hearts of men

Where Hallelujah overflows time’s cup of woes again

© Janet Martin

the RYŪKA...(this form of poetry has no title)

Today Poetic Bloomings challenges us with a form called the  RYŪKA. First I was a little dubious but it turns out to be quite 'more-ish'. Wanna try?

the RYŪKA.

Fear mocks in cold and bold attire

But He, above life’s tearful care

Is there: higher and greater than

Mankind’s despair: gentle, the Hand

That some misunderstand and hate

But God is great and He is love

While man debates vast galaxies

Beneath His whispers move

(8-8-8-8-8-8-6)

© Janet Martin

the RYŪKA.

Velvet vespers tickle trees

Waft, silk-soft, aloft

Clothed in mist-mauve benedictions

Over dusk’s stilly croft

(7-5-8-6)

© Janet Martin

the RYŪKA

White caps stun green sweeps

Robin rogue protests

Spring's crest of crystal confusion

A snow day in mid-May

(5,5,8,6)

© Janet Martin