I live in the middle of nowhere, and this time of year especially, it's a lovely place to be!

Cascade Poem

Somewhere out there in the blosisphere I read about cascade poems. I don't remember where or any other specifics, but the form is that each line of the first stanze is used as the final line in each of the following stanzas. So, the form would be
A
B
C

a
b
A

c
d
B

e
f
C

So, here is my rough draft of that form...a bit more difficult than I thought it would be. I'll try to do some editing after sleeping on it for a night or two.

Cascade Poem

While walking along the path today,
And watching the dancing leaves,
I somehow lost my way

I watched the dappled sunshine fall
In abstract patterns at my feet
While walking along the path today

Beneath my feet the path diverged;
I paused, feeling the wind on my face
And watching the dancing leaves

With the day coming to a close
And purple shadows growing long,
I somehow lost my way

Welcome Traveler

Not terribly happy with this, but evidence that I am trying to write. Um...I just finished reading The Hobbit and...well, maybe that has a little bit of influence on what I'm writing today.

Welcome Traveler

Won’t you stay
For a crust and a cup?
Have a seat,
Have a sup
My hearth is warm
Outside it’s cold
Come on inside
That’s not too bold
Won’t you stay
For a cup and a crust
Is this true love
Or merely lust?
Either way
Come, stay

Something to Consider:

I found this quote on another blog, and am not quite sure what proper blogger etiquette is regarding using a quote found elsewhere. But this is so intriguing I feel compelled to place it here:

Poets are not afraid to drown. Janet Frame

Sunday Scribbling: Harvest

This week the writing prompt is 'harvest.' I could talk about pumpkins and corn and wheat, but why do that when I can wax morose?

In the autumn
I gather my sorrows
Until the field is empty
Exhausted
I wipe my forehead
With the back of my hand
And look at the stubble
All around me
I smell dirt and
Barrenness

My shoulders stoop
Under the weight
Of my bitter harvest.
Downcast,
I draw no comfort
From the thought that
Come spring
I will once again
Sew my field
With regret

Autumn haiku

Here is a haiku. Pretty simple, but I like the play on words.


Oh the autumn leaves
Such extravagant beauty
As the autumn leaves