I do not apologize for basing my Sijo this week on News story: Jan. 24, 2023, at 2:14 p.m. LONDON (Reuters) -British voluntary aid workers Chris Parry and Andrew Bagshaw were killed during an attempted humanitarian evacuation in eastern Ukraine, Parry’s family said on Tuesday, weeks after they were reported missing in the war-torn country.
THE FORTUNE OF WAR.
Caught up in the theatre of war, two heroes gave their lives for others. Winter showed no pity, the enemy gives no quarter. Four seasons witness atrocities, the miss fortune of war.
The beautiful painting above has inspired me to write a Sijo. The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.
Three Lines 14-16 syllables per lineA total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.
Cold, cold, cold.
No weather so artic could out freeze her soul. No snow blizzard could chill her more, her heart is like ice from winters depths. Her countenance belies the hate she carries, heavy. The lady of the snows.
From the second you arrive either clinical delivery suite Or cosily at home or even a paddy field That first embrace with mother or father, Gaia enfolds them all .
I have been down and I have been out for the count, bruised and blooded. Held down and shamed, out of work and out of sorts But like the mushroom kept in the dark and fed shit I am determined and will overcome.
The New Year beckons. As young as she is, she holds the promise of new and exciting times. Wrapped still in winter’s deathly cold, she meanders forth. Yet underneath hope is preparing to bloom bright and new.
A broken body holds sway over the mind..making the being irritable and unkind. The touch of a child, the light of the sun, the kindness of strangers The scents of nature revives like seasons the road back to health can be long
Her voice full of hope and tidings full of such promise heralding the gift. Given with love and without expectation from the heart of God. To present us all with redemption joy.
Draw back the curtains let in the light greet the dawn banish the night Open your heart be honest and true Undo the blinkers from your eyes Reveal the truth you know you can be at one with Gaia’s plan
Gaia has given up her fruits and we gladly harvest them. Like that first harvest it can be a life saver as days grow colder. Let us all come together as one to thank Mother Earth.
A kiss, hug or we cuddle, mean so much to me, especially as they’re free No price for sunrise or sunset fresh from God’s palette Mother Gaia gives all her gifts and fruits free, how do we repay?
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