Somehow I deleted my review of August Stanza so here we go again ! This is set of August Stanzas , a link poem of 31 stanzas each one starts with the last word from the previous stanza.
Thank you to Jane for the idea and thank you to Jane and Kat for letting me tag along .
As I said I did post this yesterday but managed to delete it this morning!! So I have redone it and the last stanza is similar but different because I cant remember what I wrote the first time!!
Care weighs heavy on me. The light struggles with the dark clouds. I sit in the lounge as the clock ticks and the rain hits the window. I breath slowly trying to rid the fear and pain within. Events from the evening before fill my mind. Words taken out of context only tell half story. I care when I should not, it will be taken up and thrown back at me.
Stress plays a large part in our lives.
Even if you blame it on your husbands and wives.
You will never beat it It remains undefeated
Unlike a computer you cannot delete it.
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Strife, no one can escape it’s true
But there are things you can do.
Kind words each day and a smile
Can help keep it at bay for a while.
Or at least make it less of a trial.
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a pattern poem, just off the top of my head! (It is ten lines long starting at one syllable growing to five then descending from five to one syllable.)
Trial,
To test
To invest
In the future
Grow and mature
Experimental
Inivative
Changing spell
A try
Out.
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Today’s poem is a play on Lady Macbeth’s speech from the Shakespearean play Macbeth. Losely Shakespearean Dialogue. With a tip of hat to Geoff at TanGental.
Out out damned spot
Have I scrubbed you or not.
My fingers raw and bleeding
I think some bleach is what we’re needing.
Out, out damned spot
What is this stain we’ve got
You have been through the machine twice
Do I have to do you thrice
Out, out damned spot
I am so stressed about your blot
I have had enough, so get thee to a bin
I care not if to waste is a sin
Out, out damned spot
My nerves are shot!
You may have me today
But it was you who got thrown away.
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Tanka
Away summer blows
Chill nips my fingers and toes
Thousands of rain drops
Fall onto the roofs plip plop
Tomorrow may be summer.💜
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Irregular Ode
Summer her name and her nature too
Attired like an Iris in gold and blue
Like a breath of fresh air her perfume begiles
She is a bouquet of soft words and smiles.
Her hair like golden flax challenges the sun
Her voice will bring you silver dreams she has spun.
It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.
Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.
Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.
It is August and so Jane is doing : a chain of images each one suggested by the last word in the preceding poem. They’ll be short, a single image of just a few lines. It will be interesting to see where it ends up by the end of the month.
Kat will be doing short 3,4, or 5 line poems no syllable counts of rhymes, starting with the word ‘August’ on the first day. The last word of the poem will be the first word of day two’s poem, and so on until the end of the month.
Finally I shall be doing all types of poetry but each poem will start with the last word in the preceding poem.
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