Please use the above haiku to inspire your own syllabic poetry. There’s a lot to unpack in these words. What will your interpretation be? Go where the words take you.
A Sliver Of silver. A ray of hope Night shades wrapped and cloaked. Dawn dancing on her way With stealth she starts a new day Silver and gold look glorious Bright skirts swirling around, hope for us. Secretly ringing the changes of life.
I have a few success stories to crow about, so I’ll let them all go here.
First, I’m proud to have three poems in the anthology As the World Burns published by Indie Blue. I get a special thrill that my third entry is the poem that closes the collection. Yes, my desk is a mess but I can’t tidy it because of the ladybirds hibernating on it.
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.
If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt .Ebb and Flow and Sleep.
The two challenges are separate but can be combined if we choose to do so.
Tides of Madness
The tides of madness ebb and flow Restlessness only calmed by sleep. The waking hours make me weep. Dark seasons like days of shadow. Seeds of darkling around me grow. Fears inside me grow and recede. Monsters use my terror as feed. Madness has me held as captive. Rise and fall, trapped, no more to give. Madness eats my soul and I bleed
The above painting is work of Dorothea Tanning it is called The Madness of Doors.
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
Moonlight Child.
Silver moonlight child Hidden in the forest wild Fairies see, and smile. Caught in your reflection mild Pray for us please moonlight child.
I have written two Acrostic poems with different definitions for todays #SoCs challenge from Linda. The prompt. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ring.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adverb, or an adjective…use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (FIRST & Heal). and ONE. I think these might work together with the right story idea.
The twochallenges are separate but can be combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.
If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.
FIRST & Heal
I adhere to rule number one Above all else we must do no harm. Alliences cause such alarm To reach out until hate is gone First together as in song. The end of an era at last To a new future let’s hold fast Can we eradicate all sin Can God’s patience heal from within . Have we joined the devil’s repast.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark nor ever eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high un-trespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God
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This poem was found in many of the Kriegies’ YMCA issued diaries. Written by John G. Magee on September 3, 1941. Magee was born in Shanghai, China, of missionary parents-an American father and an English mother, and spoke Chinese before English. He was educated at Rugby school in England and at Avon Old Farms School in Connecticut. He won a Scholarship to Yale, but instead joined the Royal Canadian Air Force in late 1940, trained in Canada, and was sent to Britain. He flew in a Spitfire squadron and was killed on a routine training mission on December 11, 1941. The sonnet above was sent to his parents written on the back of a letter which said, “I am enclosing a verse I wrote the other day. It started at 30,000 feet, and was finished soon after I landed.” He also wrote of his course ending soon and of his then going on operations, and added, “I think we are very lucky as we shall just be in time for the autumn blitzes (which are certain to come.
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This poem is almost a prayer. It is as soft and light as it contents and as deep and heavy as it contents, too. Full of references to cutting the bonds of earth, soaring high on emotions like laughter, delirium, joy mirth. Dancing flying swooping and flying higher than birds. Reaching the edge of space. Then that last line , a line that says it all for me . Where never lark nor ever eagle flew-And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space,Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Such beauty written about such a deadly subject. Planes carrying bombs to flatten hillsides , villages, towns and cities……. Such a contradiction. Words of one who had not flown in war’s true theatre. If you would like to learn more about John G Magee read here
This week, Kat Myrman, from Like Mercury Colliding, selected the words:
I have written about the world as it is today. I am asking nature to help my children and grandchildren, everyone else’s too. We would be so grateful if we could have a better world. I have used synonyms for the two prompt words as well as counting my syllables.
Imagine & Gratitude
A Life where Thankfulness Is not a dream But reality. Let’s make believe it’s true No war,plague, famine or hate. In my dreams I hear you saying Is it too much to picture real peace. I would really appreciate normal
