Northern Ireland Impression #1

    Image: Coast of Northern Ireland by Mary Bach

You draw old words from a deep well

keening for the quick,

so hold my hand hollow man

and drown with me.

Fly Away

Today I sat down to reflect

and found my life in disarray,

I've drifted, things just don’t connect.

Today I sat down to reflect,

and I’m not sure what to expect -

I think it’s time to fly away.

Today I sat down to reflect

and found my life in disarray.

Here's a Triolet for NaPoWriMo Day 18.  

I really am going to be traveling until the end of the month.  I will continue to write a poem a day, but I don't know about the internet availability, so I may miss posting daily.  And, in spite of the tone of this poem I'm really excited about this trip to the UK where I will get to meet up with a few writing friends!  :o)

Dump-i-ty Dactyl

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Poor…

Hump-i-ty Dump –i-ty

Fell off his rump-ity!

He…

Crashed on the palisade.

All of the cavalcade

(even with Medicaid)

Failed the poor renegade.

Soooo…

Hump-i-ty Dump-i-ty

then very naturally

Starred as eggs scrambled for tea!

Aprille has us trying our hand at dactyls over at IGwRT.  A dactyl has three feet, [dah -de-de ] whereas the iamb [ de-dah] has only two.  Obviously, the double dactyl has two dactyls.  The verse form by that name usually consists of two stanzas often with the name of a person in it.  I played a bit fast and loose with the form, but here is Aprile's easy way to count the syllables, and indicate where the stress should be:

ONE two three ONE two three
ONE two three ONE two three
ONE two three ONE two three
ONE two three DONE

Minutiae

The details of this life pile up too fast,

and dealing with them takes up my whole day.

Can’t get ahead, instead I've just amassed

the details of this life.

Creative pastimes I have pushed away,

and frothy conversations  I rush past.

The tedium does not leave time for play.

 A solitary future I forecast

since tender tete–a-tetes have been delayed

because I am unendingly harassed

by details of this life.

Marian has a form prompt today at IGwRT.  It's a Roundel, which is an eleven-line, three stanza poem with a refrain and this rhyme scheme:  ABAR BAB ABAR   (R = refrain).  It has ten syllable per line, with the refrain consisting of six syllables. The refrain is intended to come from the beginning of the first line.  Also posted at NaPoWriMo.

Don't You Just Hate it When...

Nothing matches…

not my socks or my tenses.

And it can get very tense

when I realize all I’m wearing is

mismatched socks,

and I’m standing

at my locker

in school

and I forgot which class I’m supposed to go to,

but there’s a test..

and I didn’t study -

I didn’t know there was a test

didn’t know what the test is about

didn’t know I was still in school

didn’t know I was being tested

with nothing but a pair of mismatched socks. 

I hate it when that happens.  This is for Day 15 of NaPoWriMo.  This is also posted at IGwRT where for their Open Link.  We're halfway there!

Springing

Spring, 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodin 

    Spring is no time to be prim.

    Brimming with life and light,

    tightly bound buds mature and swell

    spellbindingly fresh and truly

    new.  And miracles abound

    found in each leaf and blade

    made just now for you.

Valencian fiesta an orange grove by Joaquin Sorolla y Batisda

This is a combination of prompts, with the first image from Tess at The Mag and the second image and the fom from Joy at IGwRt and it is also linked to NaPoWriMo Day 14.  The form is calleds Interlocking Rhyme and is described by Lewis Turco in Book of Forms as:

"Linked rhyme (or chained rhyme) chimes the laSpst syllable or syllables of a line with the first syllable or syllables of the next line…"  

Playing Games

    Image by: roaringapps.com

Sitting in the kitchen 

playing Mahjong

she chooses tiles

with a satisfying click~

match: spring and winter

match: south winds

match: slash sevens

Every tile has a match,

but sometimes

the pairs never come together. 

This is for IGwRT and NaPoWriMo Day #13.