The Juggling Act

At the start

your flawless footwork

amaze and

bedazzle everyone.

You defy gravity.

But in time,

keeping all the balls

in the air,

balanced in

their proper places,

becomes more difficult.

And always remember

 to concentrate

while walking

the high wire,

although you know how

absurd you look to the crowd 
below.

Image provided by IGWRT.

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         Where will it take you?

That is my first response to the wonderful picture with the movie prompt at the IGRT posted by Ella.  Just imagine - a ticket to admit one.  If you could use it to go anywhere...anywhen...where, when and to what will you choose to go?  

Then, after thinking about it, I came up with a much more depressing response:

I only

go to tear-jerkers

so after

credits roll

and house lights come on

my obvious weeping is

unremarkable

This is a Shadorma + a poetry form which contains the following number of syllable per line: 3/5/3/3/7/5 (standard) + and extra 3 syllable line, just ...because :o)

Image by Nelson Marques

Lack of Time

Tic, tock, tic -

Hurry.  Stop.  Hurry.

Tyranny

of small clocks,

imposed patterns, divide us

keeping bliss on hold

Image by Daryl Edelstein

This poem is done in response to a wonderful photo by Daryl Edelstein.  This picture and others and the written responses they evoke can be found at IGRT (Imaginary Garden w/ Real Toads).  Also, the poetic form I used is a Shadorma, which consists of 6 lines with the following syllable count: 3/5/3/3/7/5 

Shadorma - One Stop Poetry

Here is my second attempt at a the poetic from called Shadorma which Anne Welch describes so well at One Stop Poetry. And the photo inspiration for this is from Tess Kincade's Magpie Tales.

    Image from mounterrigal.com

Velvety
deep panacea
Cabernet
Sauvignon
reflecting a life misspent
enjoyed to the dregs

Shadorma

My muse deserted me for awhile. I'm trying to lure her back with short, little treats. Today I learned a new poetic form called the Shadorma, thanks to Anne Welch at One Stop Poetry. This form is, "...a 6 lined poem (sestet) of Spanish descent with no set rhyme scheme. The shadorma is a syllabic poem with the following structure: 3/5/3/3/7/5." So here is my first attempt:

Counting time
on the calendar
each day an
agony
moving towards what?
I have become the waiting