Today, we delve into a little more familiar form, the Etheree. Created about twenty years ago by an Arkansas poet named Etheree Taylor Armstrong, this titled form, consists of ten lines of unmetered and unrhymed verse, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with the total syllable count being fifty-five.
Difference of opinion
Speaking a “different language”
Powerless to convey one’s intent
Complete collapse in communication
to be fair and firm,
sometimes he folds under
the pressure. Bright hazel eyes
flash their semaphore to signal
the next barrage to a Father’s heart.
Daughters in tug of war for Dad’s favor.
Every garden starts with a seed. A small part of the big picture; a beginning. And so we begin at Poetic Bloomings.
The prompt for this Sunday reflects that idea. Write a “seed” poem. It could literally be a seed of a plant, of an idea that sparks a greater effort. It could be the beginning of a life, or whatever you feel would be the start of something big. Get started. That’s a beginning in itself.
** Marie Elena’s poem:
OF DANDELIONS AND MANICURES
One edges, tidies, snips, and trims,
Who knows nothing of dreams and whims.
One scatters dandelion seeds,
Who understands a daydream’s needs.
By Marie Elena
(Dedicated to our mutual friend, *Jerry Walraven [“Chev”], who knows of dandelion fluff and other whimsical wonders. Chev, we are gravely sorry for your loss, and pray for God’s healing comfort.)
** Walt’s poem:
Hearts ablaze in an unquenchable fire.
It is desire of the highest power.
It has been left to burn unattended.
It was a cold ember, a lump of coal
sparked with the excitement of a single touch.
Now burning brightly; love inflamed
by Walt Wojtanik.
Happy poeming to all, and enjoy this “Garden Walk” with us today, every Sunday, and continuing throughout the week.