INFORM POETS – SENRYÛ

A short Japanese style poem, similar to haiku in structure: three lines with 17 or fewer total “syllables”, however, senryû tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryû are often cynical or darkly humorous and satiric while haiku are serious.

WALT’S SENRYÛ:

In darkness of night
soft seductive shadows fall,
upon window shade

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rice wine invades
all sense of balance gone
saki to me

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artist painting
scenes of nature
saved for future’s gaze

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PROMPT #172 – “MUSICAL MEMORIES”

Listen to some music from an earlier period in your life. Write a poem about the memories they evoke or how they make you feel.

WALT’S MUSIC MEMORY:

SHANE INTO THE SUNSET

shanesings

Shane Gibson Shane Brother Shane

A cowboy rides
into town; a new sheriff
to spread the peace and keep it.
A voice thick and drawn, a spellbinder
weaving words with an eclectic style,
a smile that charms the masses.
In a class by himself, this music man
stands ready to draw, “guns”
loaded with wit and wisdom.
A cosmic sort, ethereal and as real
as none before him. Riding the airwaves,
up and down the eastern seaboard,
a hoard of believers hanging on every
word and absurd quip, a quick lip
across the Buffalo radio dial.
And me a young-blood, hearing the
endearing worded wizardry of a sage
at an age when one was lacking.
Packing as much sincerity
in the clarity he offered.
Brother of another mother,
Shane Brother Shane. The memories remain,
“Love is but a song we sing”,
opening the “Box” releasing the gifts
lifted high. Peace and love in
a nightly “Get Together” tethered
by heartstrings and leather fringe.
The trappings of cool, nobody’s fool;
he ruled the sunset. Ride on cowboy!
Shane. Brother Shane.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

 

And if you get the chance, wish our Marie Elena a Happy Birthday today. Send her a thought or a greeting in whatever way suits you, here or across the web.

Happy Birthday, Pardner!

 

INFORM POETS – LANTERNE

The Lanterne is a type of poem that has one syllable in the first line, two syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third line, four syllables in the fourth line, and one syllable in the fifth line that related to the first word of the poem.
Example

* 5 line poem
* each line has a specific number of syllables

line 1 = 1 syllable
line 2 = 2 syllables
line 3 = 3 syllables
line 4 = 4 syllables
line 5 = 1 syllable
* lines do not rhyme
* poem is based on one sentence or idea

WALT’S LANTERNES:

soup
steaming
comfort food
aromatic
broth

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hair
wind tossed
receding
in full retreat
bald

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eyes
windows
to the soul
hearts and minds in
sight

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BRILLIANT BLOOMS PROMPT #170 AND HEXSONNETTA

Here it’s Tuesday and quite clear I’m a late bloomer this week. But I would be remiss not to acknowledge the consistently outstanding work of our poet gardeners. Forgive my delay.

We have come to express in color with the vibrancy and variance of tint and hue. We forgo red for crimson, green for emerald and every shade in between. And so the prompt painted wonderful works. In this season of Autumn, we are ravaged visually with the golds and auburns and shades of brown. The surety of October’s call to slumber fall within the tints of brown expressed well in a return by Jerry Walraven (Chev Shire, for those who recall his works under this moniker).

“Somehow Brown” by Jerry Walraven

I like to pretend,
as Autumn swirls about my feet,
that the song
sung by the leaves of sienna
is sweeter than
the song
sung by those of rust.

That those of persimmon
carry warm notes
through cool breezes
to my nighttime window.

That copper colored leaves
spend more time airborne,
enjoying the twists and turns
than their russet neighbors.

But the citrine colored
leaves from this river birch
are dotted now
with moments of sepia,
coloring time
and condensing space
as
these lovely shades
give way
to charcoal lines
sketched against gray skies
and different beauty.

await.

(C) Jerry Walraven, 2014

 

The Hexsonnetta followed as our featured form. This variation of a traditional sonnet brought a newness to an old “friend”.

Capturing the essence of life in this Hexsonnetta, our friend and mentor, Salvatore Buttaci brings us these words by which to live.

LIVE IN THE MOMENT by Salvatore Buttaci

It’s foolish letting time
Escape to parts unknown,
A fault that’s ours alone
Because we set our minds
Ahead or far behind
This moment we are shown.

It’s wise to live the now.
Ignore what’s not yet born.
Forget the vanished dawn.
I tell you this is how;
To this you ought best vow:
Why let time pass, then mourn?

Oh, live for all it’s worth,
Each moment be your birth!

(C) Salvatore Buttaci, 2014

CONGRATULATIONS JERRY AND SALVATORE on your Blooms.

Exceptional work all!

PROMPT #171 – “LIFE AS YOU KNOW IT”

You are the Professor of “LIFE 101″. What is the first lesson you would impart? Write it as a poem!

PROFESSOR WALT’S SYLLABUS:

LESSON ONE: WORK ON LOVE

We struggle to start,
with a passionate heart
and no idea how a plea of insanity
can render all of humanity smitten,
as if bitten by the love bug.
Any amorous slug would suffice,
and never look twice when the first glance
will cover any chance you have
to topple heart over heels.
You will know how it feels
when your mouth gets dry and try
as you might, you can’t fight the urge
as others delight in your plight.
Your hands will sweat, and you will get
tongue tied inside. You will quiver
and shake; make a fool of yourself.
Stutter, stammer and throw glamor out
the window, it is not pretty.
But anything worth while in life is
worth the effort. Make it!
Take it as it comes; accept a little shove.
And above all else, work on love.

Copyright © 2014 Walter J Wojtanik

 

INFORM POETS – HEXSONNETTA

The HexSonnetta, created by Andrea Dietrich, consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules:

Meter: Iambic Trimeter
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee

Iambic Trimeter means the usual iambic (alternating unstressed/stressed) meter for every line of the poem, but instead of the ten syllables that comprise a typical sonnet’s iambic pentameter, this particular form uses six syllables of iambic trimeter per line. Thus, the name HexSonnetta. The first part of the form’s name refers to the syllable count per line. The second part of the name, Sonnetta, is to show this to be a form similar to the sonnet, yet with its shorter lines and different rhyme scheme, it is not the typical sonnet. Not only does this poem have six syllables per line, it also has a set of two six-line stanzas, giving an extra “hex” to the meaning of HexSonnetta. The rhyme scheme is a bit of a mixture of the two traditional sonnet types, with the two 6-line stanzas having more the rhyme scheme of an Italian sonnet, but with the ending rhyming couplet being the featured rhyme scheme of the English sonnet. The first stanza presents the theme of the poem, with the second stanza serving to change the tone of the poem, to introduce a new aspect of the theme or to give added details. The final couplet, as in an English sonnet, can be either a summary (if the theme is simple) or it could be the resolution to a problem presented in the theme. In any event, it should nicely tie together the whole piece and could even appear as a nice “twist” presented at the end.

WALT’S HEXSONNETTA:

THE END OF SEASONS

As Autumn starts to fall
a chill returns to stay.
The wind comes out to play,
you hear her howl to call
to creatures great and small,
farewell to Summer’s days.

A pall surrounds the night,
the shroud of darkness, black
as shadows that attack
and cover all in sight.
Quite soon the bitter bite
of Winter will come back.

The end of seasons come.
It draws us close to home.

Copyright © 2014 Walter J Wojtanik

PROMPT #170 – “TINT AND HUE”

Making great inroads into the Autumn season, we are inundated with the magnificent palette of colors that present themselves as the winds grow cold. Think of your favorite color. Find the variations in shade of your chosen color. (Blue – Prussian, peacock…) Write a colorful poem using as many of these alternate descriptors as you can. We are in a sensory mode since last week’s prompt. We continue by tapping into the visual beauty of color.

WALT’S POEM:

RED SAILS AND SUNSETS

Broad brush strokes of Alizarin Crimson
and amaranth, American Beauty Rose is a miss
that lusters like a ruby in the noonday sun.

Auburn tinted leaves leave little to imagine,
but the grin that spreads from ear to ear
is clear. Brick and mortar are not built for speed,

indeed they are solid; a structured foundation
upon which lives are constructed. We’ve tucked
our collars up and the skies remain changeable.

Unstable weather not withstanding, Fall
is handing us a sneak peek at the peak of the season.
There is no reason to stay sequestered, it has festered

for as long as you’ve been marooned. Soon
the Cardinal will perch on barren branches
and the chances are slim that Winter will delay.

All fruited hints of a tint so rusty; ruddy
and bloody replacing candy apple and cherry,
(although grapes make great claret; burgundy)

and we see the sun diminish at the finish of day.
Unfurled, our canvas sways and stays billowed
like a skyward pillow capturing the breath of Him.

Scarlet spinnaker shadowed in silhouette,
you have yet to pull anchor, thankful for this moment.
A descending sun back-lighting the horizon,
it will rise again on the next New Day!

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