We have explored many great poetic forms over this past year. Some were challenging. Some were familiar and fun. So for today, pick one of the forms that we have covered (IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY) and write in that style. We’ve had a great year of poeming and with the release of our book, POETIC BLOOMINGS: the first year, things look even more promising for 2013.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
MARIE ELENA’S FORM
Seize the Joy (A Carpe Diem)
As we leave the season behind
may we find no reason to discard the joy
the baby boy beneath the star
brought to our lives –
belief survives.
© Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2012
WALT’S PANTOUM:
I HOLD YOU NEAR
I am never at a loss for reminders
for within them, I hold you near.
The warmth of your smile still lingers,
the warmth of your smile keeps you here.
For within it, I hold you near.
You are emblazoned on my heart.
The warmth of your smile keeps you here,
deeply where we made our start.
You are emblazoned on my heart,
a love tattoo that looks like you.
Deeply where we made our start,
the origin of love so true.
A love tattoo that looks like you,
and through its power I hold you near.
The origin of love so true
that within this heart I hold so dear.
And through its power I hold you near,
the warmth of your smile still lingers,
within this heart I hold so dear.
I am never at a loss for reminders.
© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012
December 26th, 2012 at 1:28 AM
Amen, Marie. This is a wonderful form for you.
December 26th, 2012 at 3:26 AM
I chose the Fibonacci as my form. I had a lot of fun when we learned about it.
He
Stole
My heart
With his voice,
His smile, his face;
He looked at me, and that was it,
My heart’s not my own
Anymore;
He stole
My
Heart.
December 26th, 2012 at 6:18 AM
… Erin… You took the words right out of my Heart <3
!!
December 26th, 2012 at 6:16 AM
Sweet poem, Meg… I am moved to write a Cascade poem…~<3~…
December 26th, 2012 at 7:56 AM
Each Day We Celebrate
boxed
stashed
away
until next
time we celebrate
his birth. Nativities and plays
angels on high who sing halleluiah, peace and hope,
and we shall carry his love and our devotion all
the year long. Christmas celebrates
his birth but we shall
celebrate
his life
each
day.
December 26th, 2012 at 9:03 AM
! <3 !
December 28th, 2012 at 5:28 AM
Beautiful, Misky! I love the Fibonacci form!
December 26th, 2012 at 8:01 AM
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December 26th, 2012 at 9:00 AM
Christmas Wish
The snow is beginning to fall
Cascading down in soft, quiet
Sweetness…tufts of powdered purity
Blanketing my heart
in comforting warmth…
The snow is beginning to fall
Softening the day, and
muffling the sounds, of ordinary reality
Cascading down in soft quiet…
Untouched, as of yet
by warm hands’ lingering…
Sweetness…tufts…of powdered purity.
December 28th, 2012 at 8:21 PM
This is a lovely form, Hen. Well done…
December 29th, 2012 at 12:49 AM
Thank you, Jacqueline… I just Love the Cascade form… !!
December 26th, 2012 at 2:57 PM
wow – great pieces, both, Marie & Walt <3
December 26th, 2012 at 3:10 PM
Ditto of Paula. Loved both of them, M&W. I picked a tanka form for today, its 57577 syllable count reminding me of measuring ingredients before baking and all the smidgens of things I add “just to see”–learned from my mother, a wonderful cook. Happy New Year to you all!
Baking Lesson
Her old hands measure
flour, sugar, milk, cracking eggs
one by one, a pinch
of this or that in the bowl.
Smell this,she says, handing me
nutmeg, cinnamon, allspice,
storying each spice—
its use and healing power—
her palm cradling
and balancing all good things,
teaching me to bake by heart.
December 26th, 2012 at 5:38 PM
Such respect and love, here, for the baker… nice.
December 27th, 2012 at 1:03 AM
Yes… such loving sweetness!
December 26th, 2012 at 6:25 PM
“Christmas at Grandma’s”
I sing of cakes and grandma baking now;
aromas wafting through the swinging door.
She is the boss; and later takes a bow.
She’s chef and is the captain of this floor.
Around the bowl the chocolate, it flows
and overtakes the crunchy macaroon
as she becomes the beater of the dough
for eclair and the eggy custard soon.
Her kitchen fills with banging pans and tunes
but most important task one must perform
is use the tongue to lick the wooden spoons
before she finds me mid her kitchen storm.
Pineapple upside-down a taste divine; remembering her kitchen so sublime.
(still working on my Shakespearean sonnet form.) Click to see the Pineapple Upside Down cake I baked yesterday for friends. Had a slight accident, but the cake was wonderful, anyway.
December 27th, 2012 at 1:02 AM
Yummy!
December 27th, 2012 at 11:45 PM
Yummy is right…both the form and its flavor! Thank-you for this treat! The sonnet is my uttermost favourite-est form:)
December 28th, 2012 at 8:12 PM
Thank you, Janet. Mine, too!
December 26th, 2012 at 7:36 PM
Renga
Right above our heads
A cloud has burst open
Spilling tiny white grains
All over everything
On this brown old earth
And now everything wears
A brand new outfit
Of shining bright white.
December 27th, 2012 at 1:01 AM
!!
!
December 27th, 2012 at 11:46 PM
I think I missed trying this form. You have done it beautifully!
December 28th, 2012 at 11:18 PM
Love this one, Marian.
December 27th, 2012 at 1:00 AM
Such a sweet poem, Walt!
December 27th, 2012 at 12:00 PM
I played around with the rhyme a little, but it’s supposed to be a quatern
The Fright
I am not afraid of the night.
Darkness doesn’t swallow the sun
like a big yellow jelly bean;
twenty monsters hidden from sight
are still twenty monsters at noon.
I am not afraid of the night
or noises without names, that might
be werewolves, owls, or aliens
with a taste for marrow and brain.
Even if that were to be right,
I am not afraid of the night
–or death–what we really mean
with all our noise about the light.
What I do fear, what turns my bones
gray, is one day you will be gone:
I am not afraid of the night.
December 27th, 2012 at 4:29 PM
Undercover (Nove Otto)
Sometimes, burrowing `neath covers
like my dappled dachshund’s druthers,
I warm, I wish, my thoughts free spin.
Fish swim, tails swish cobalt, carmine.
Birds of Paradise dance–sublime.
My sulky lips decide to grin.
No thoughts or sights have I to share
with anyone; they do not dare
invade all that I am within.
December 29th, 2012 at 12:52 AM
… sometimes… burrowing with puppies will also bring a sweet grin… <3
!!
December 27th, 2012 at 4:44 PM
Anticipation
(Tanka Form)
Christmas is over.
I consider what comes next
while I still bask in
joy, warmth, and love today
of precious family times.
I look forward — a new year.
December 28th, 2012 at 12:02 AM
Judy, this is such a warm poem. Beautiful! I’m feeling the same way.
December 28th, 2012 at 7:03 AM
Soo sweet…
December 28th, 2012 at 12:04 AM
Almost Another Year Gone…a sonnet
Almost I feel you like it used to be
Perched on the brink of both future and past
Watching the twilight sweep over the lea
Shadows beginning to lower their masts
Almost I hear the murmur of the waves
Rushing, receding, holding, letting go
Pushing life’s moments to aerial graves
Without depleting their subaqueous flow
Almost I taste your whisper on my lips
Trembling as when I welcomed your first touch
Almost I reach with wanton fingertips
Into the sky for things hands cannot clutch
Almost I feel what once surely had been
Save for the miles and the years in between
Striving for self is grossest vanity
Time is insistent, thus I must turn loose
The wants God never intended for me
Lest they become an invisible noose
Here on the edge of morrow’s yesterday
I dare not covet what no longer is
The heart is both hunter and tenuous prey
I do not plead for one last farewell kiss
Yet, no one will suffer for me, your good-bye
Or weep wrenching tears of beautiful love
And now as twilight devours the sky
You slip from me like a hand from a glove
Forgive me, dear Lord, I am surely a fool
Beggar and king must adhere to Time’s rule
Darling, almost I feel the warmth of your sigh
Soft on my skin where time renders its mark
Somewhere the sea, like a lover’s lullaby
Croons its endearments to us through the dark
Parting is beautiful sorrow, they say
I’d choose a humbler delight in your arms
Almost I cannot relinquish this day
Though I have danced, reveling in its charms
It simply expands the missing of you
As history claims its vulnerable gasp
Almost, I cannot bear this shade of blue
Prying your silver swan-song from my grasp
Almost I hear you cajoling its sheen
Save for the ocean of moments between
December 28th, 2012 at 7:07 AM
Beautiful… “…Save for the ocean of moments between…”
December 28th, 2012 at 2:33 AM
I cheated on this one. I wrote it a while ago.
Creation Sings (a Rondelet)
Creation sings
Praises to your name, O Lord God,
Creation sings.
All people, plants, beasts, and all things;
Creation lifts its voice to laud
You O Lord, the most holy God.
Creation sings.
© Copyright – Erin Kay Hope 2012
December 28th, 2012 at 7:08 AM
… yes…
December 28th, 2012 at 9:26 AM
hallelujah! Yes!
December 28th, 2012 at 3:05 PM
Puppy Sweetness (A Carpe Diem)
So, there they
were
spunkily splaying
about
Melting all over
me. <3
December 28th, 2012 at 8:15 PM
Oh, Yes! That’s what puppies do…
December 29th, 2012 at 12:54 AM
December 28th, 2012 at 11:19 PM
i can feel them!
December 29th, 2012 at 12:56 AM
December 29th, 2012 at 8:47 AM
Cat and Mouse (Minnesang)
He lusts, his body burns afire
Her beauty fills his heart with pain
Her smile sends shock waves to his brain
He thinks one touch is all he needs
The problem is how to inspire
He spends days coming up with ways to earn her desire
He clearly desires to meet her
His pain shows plainly on his face
He hangs for days about her place
He bugs her like persistent fly
He leers as if he would eat her
She runs for fear he would undoubtedly defeat her