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Hello 🙂

I have a Cinquain followed by a Haiku for you today:

 

A birth’s

Day spent calling –

Thanking those who sent the 

Acknowledgement you’re still living

Alone.

 

A Snowflake

 

In her life’s winter,

I am grateful her snowflake’s

Facets still sparkle.

 

 

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Looking Back, Keeping Track

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Hiya 🙂

I thought I would pause and reflect on the new challenges I have been giving myself over the past few weeks, and link to ones I have enjoyed the most – which also gives you a chance to revisit (or discover!) them. 😉

I messed about with Acrostics on the 12th and 13th of December, got busy with a pre-Christmas decluttering drive in my house and didn’t post for a while (I may still fill those gaps…the content is all here, just the write-up time isn’t!), then resumed the Acrostic style from the 24th-27th of December; before deciding on the 28th that I would explore other options.

I had found the Young Writers site, and liked how it displayed all the definitions of the different styles in layman’s terms.  [Of course, being me, I had to look at Wikipedia every day and complicate matters a bit…but I’m all about the learning curve 😉 ]

girl in goth boots holding typewriterI didn’t stick with any particular order, just cherry-picked my way through the selection of poetry types… 

I loved learning about the Cinquain style, and hope to write a load more of them in the future.  I would also like to challenge myself to write Haiku/Senryu poetry a lot with the Kubes, as I find the restrictions intriguing!! 

I was pretty taken with the Tetractys style too: I had never heard of it, and the fact you can ‘double’ it adds a rather compelling dimension!

The poetry types I had the most fun with recently, however, were the Epigram/taph and the Tyburn!  The latter because finding and incorporating those 4 ‘doing’ words into that strict syllable structure is not easy; the former because they just flow so nicely if you get them right.  They please me 😉 

If you’ve been following the series, please let me know in the comments which style you liked the most, and why?

I think I’ve taught myself a few new tricks, and now have even more ways to express myself!  A few readers have already told me they enjoyed following the results of me wandering into the unknown (thanks so much for the feedback!) so feel free to let me know if there are any other ‘series’ you would like me to do.  I have got a lot out of the ones I’ve tried so far! 

See you tomorrow 🙂

 

Montaffera X

 

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Drunken Prosody

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Hello 🙂

I’ve decided that this will be my last different type of poetry I will try for a while; the kids have been back at school since the 8th and I meant to start back on the story path, decide what other directions I might want to pursue with the blog as well, maybe work on my novel…!  This has been lots of fun, however 😉

I plumped for a Terza Rima poem to close this little series.  It is written in three line stanzas and has an interesting rhyme scheme where the second line of the first stanza rhymes with the first and third of the next, and so on until one wishes to end it; where a single line (or couplet) that rhymes with the middle line of the preceding stanza must be used.  Again, the links probably explain it better, plus I wrote a poem demonstrating the style below 😀

(Oh, Wikipedia said Iambic Pentameter is the generally accepted beat for the lines.  I did ten syllables per line, but they are not exact in their iambicity (?), to my ear…)

 

 

 

A drunkenness is pulling at my brain

I feel it (don’t you feel it?) as it goes,

Derailing of lucid little thought train.

 

Affecting first my tongue and then my toes,Drunk Pink Pather on a bench

It shames me to admit I have no hold;

That potent stuff fair has me in its throes…

 

 

My Mother (oh dear…MOTHER!!) had me told

This party was a mistake from the start,

So many broken promises unfold –

 

When I get home, she’ll tear me all apart!

(I’m just too old to be grounded, but still:

Her glowers could stop all but bravest hearts)

 

Hopeful that she’ll believe I am just ill,

I down a few coffees, take headache pills…

 

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The Shape Of Things To Come

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Hiya 🙂

The short definition of a shape poem is one where its presentation on the page matches the shape of the subject matter.  Wikipedia has a longer look at its beginnings and survival, but anyway, I wrote two that I tried to set out in a way that fitted the individual theme:

 

I

Stand before you

Hoping to be the example

That shows you the way to grow

And rise higher than you ever dreamed: straight

To

The

Tip

Of

The

Top.

 

Does it come out as an arrow shape for you?  The one below was an attempt at a teardrop:

 

 

I

Miss

You

Every day:

The weight of your loss spills

Into the things I do, hangs in my eyes

Soaks my clothes clean through.

Send me a sign, blow me a kiss;

Reassure me that heaven

Is worth all of

this?

 

 

Woman crying

 

 

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How to Burn A Ty

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Hey 🙂

A Tyburn poem is one that has 4 rhyming 2-syllable words as the first four lines, then two 9-syllable lines: incorporating two each of the first four words as the 5th-8th syllables (so line 5 has each word from line 1&2, line 6 has each word from line 3&4). 

Confused?!  Here are my Tyburns:

 

Bawling,

Falling,

Stalling,

Palling…

Watch me stumble: bawling…falling…bust.

Understand: we’re stalling…palling…dust.

 

Female statue covered in poop, with a seagull in her hand

 

Swooping,

Pooping,

Drooping,

Glooping,

I run from the swooping, pooping birds –

Still ambushed! Pride drooping…glooping turds!!

 

😉

Basically, I had 4 syllables to play with before incorporating the words, then only one syllable after them…I hope that makes more sense now?!  These were fun!

 

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No Easy Topic

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Hey there!

I wrote a Kyrielle for today’s post.  This poetic form should be written in Iambic Tetrameters (eight syllables, four ‘feet’: da DUM-da DUM-da DUM-da DUM) and be at least three stanzas long.  Wikipedia says there are a few accepted rhyming schemes, but each stanza should have a refrain as the fourth line.  I went with the

aabB

ccbB  etc.

scheme (where the capital B highlights the refrain, and the third line always rhymes with it)

Make sense?!

Off we jolly well, then:

 

Hello?  Hello?!  Can you hear me…?

The light’s too dim for me to see…

I falter, numb, full-on distrust:

The hopelessness is not discussed.

 

I wander lonely (self imposed),

Struggle to keep myself composed;

Kind-hearted (though I can’t be fussed)

The hopelessness is not discussed.

 

These words on the defeatist side?

Mere hints at overwhelm I hide.

Just turn your ‘shoulds’ all into ‘musts’!”

The hopelessness is not discussed.

 

I welcome those whose drunken tongue

Alights on truths I’ve often spun!

Sober, they spurn them in disgust:

The hopelessness is not discussed.

person sitting in despair with harsh words around them

 

 

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A ‘Gram Of Melancholy, Please

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Hello!

Today I was mostly writing…Epigrams.

Wikipedia said they can be akin to Epitaphs, or employ sarcasm and point-making.  

*pauses to rub hands together in morbid glee*

😉

 

Here lies a woman (far too late)

Who stole more air than worthy mates

And floundered, useless, on this earth –

Tear up this grass and curse her birth!!

 

Stone child looking at dead motherGoodbye my dears, I’m glad you came

To visit my cold stone again;

I hid my joy too oft, but really

I’m peaceful now: ghost-hug you freely.

 

 

Do not be sorry I am gone

I loved you all, but it felt wrong

To stay and pull you to the deep

Dark throws of hell –

                             now, let me sleep.

 

 

shadowy figure in front of a man in the mistBecause I cannot handle fear:

Complaints/excuses/faults you’ll hear;

I need you close, but push you far –

That’s just how ‘fragile’ people are…

 

 

 

A Writer’s place is on the rim,woman standing on the edge of a mountain

So please do not invite me in:

If I belong I start to care

And no one writes the truth from there.

 

 

And, to finish, a wee verse on conserving the environment:

 

You are here…so please enjoy

The stunning landscapes God employed.

(Try not to leave it all destroyed:

Our Earth is not humankind’s toy).

 

Landscape from the Isle of Skye

I was immediately drawn to this photo on Pixabay, then read that it was taken on Skye! Def need to retire there…

 

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The ‘Ballad’ Of The School-Day Morn

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Hello 🙂

Today I was looking at the description of ‘epic‘ poems, and something I wrote in November 2016 popped into my head.  It doesn’t fit within the ‘epic’ parameters as there are no heroic deeds (other than getting two children to school/nursery on time…) and the rhyming scheme is not compliant, but something about epic poetry being a story brought that older work to mind.

I wanted to share it with you anyway, so I dug it out (that took a while as I hadn’t realised just how many notebooks I had gone through since I started this crazy idea of writing a poem every day…I need to catalogue them properly with the dates on the front, etc!).  A lot of the beginning of my poem jarred me because it went from quasi-blank verse into one rhyming scheme half way through, and then progressed into a more complicated one still!

I tweaked the first 20 lines into a second and fourth line rhyme scheme (5 sets of four lines), then tightened up a few rhymes from the 21st line onwards – where I keep the second and fourth line rhyming at the ends, but also have an internal rhyme in the first and third lines!! (Still with me?!)

Why the rhythm changes within the work?  I did it subconsciously when I wrote it originally, then realised that I had changed to the internal rhymes just when the children and I had left the house in the story, so it was mirroring our need to keep moving/the sound of our steps on the ground. 

Maybe…?!

I just go with what flows, according to my poetic ear at the time, usually, and add a dash of logic later 😉

This being the case, I thought it might be an idea to look at the syllable count per line that I had ended up with, and figure out if what I had created was any recognised form of narrative poetry.

I keep coming up against metrical terms as I look deeper into poetry, and I must admit that it still all fuddles my mind.  I read Wikipedia’s take on the Lyric and was lost in the realms of di and tri syllables (see the table in this Wikipedia entry for why I am a tad bamboozled) and their corresponding names and significances! 

I feel a bit like a fraud!! 

If a poetic line doesn’t scan, I know.  Just don’t ask me to explain the technical reasons as to why it annoys me, ok?!

I looked at the Ballad form, and found that the rhyming scheme abcb matched mine, but the number of syllables to a line is waaay ‘off’ in my work.  A Ballad is supposed to go 8-6-8-6 or employ ‘fourteeners‘ and, as you can see from the grey numbers in brackets after each of my lines, mine go 11or12-8or9-11or12-8or9; with a few lines of 10 syllables thrown in for good measure.  

Shall history consign my work to dust or hail me a rebellious genius?? I’m not sure, but here’s the poem anyway:

 

 

We gathered, as usual, at dark Monday window, (12)

Reflections of us in the glass. (8)

The children spun ‘round in the curtain, I turned; (11)

Tried hard not to get too harassed. (8)

We marvelled at fog, as we watched Daddy leave, (11)

Strained to see through the murk and our light. (9)

My eldest, excited, pondered if Daddy had (12)

Done one extra wave, out of sight… (8)

 

The kids ran off to play, a large box a ramp; (11)

Whizzing cars, comparing distance. (8)

I dried off my hair, put the buggy outside (11)

Scrubbed at tough shoe-mud resistance. (8)

Their playtime now done, boys careered back through, (10)

Refused to succumb to their coat zips; (9)

I bargained and shouted, and cajoled and kissed (11)

(Wrestled wriggly toddler’s strap clips) (9)

 

Our bags all accounted for, clock on the run (11)

We set off: two walking, one rolling; (9)

Our breath adding weight to the mist all around, (11)

And thankful for all our warm clothing. (9)

 

Blue eyes to the sky, my eldest asked why  (10)

While within it, the ‘cloud’ wasn’t thicker;  (10)

As I pointed out, behind us had a shroud,  (11)

And the road ahead, seemingly, flickered.  (10)

 

Eldest’s chatter went on, his brother hummed a song,  (12)

The cacophony making me edgy;  (10)

Combined as it was, with a street-sweepers buzz  (11)

(The pavement in front being sedgy(9)

A pungent whiff of earth, cut through their mirth,  (10)

Both boys asking now what it could be; (9)

I said it was soil (patience starting to spoil)  (11)

Brushes having churned up boundaries.   (9)

 

Eldest took this in, with a slow little grin,  (11)

Proclaiming it clever to do that.  (9)

(He likes getting to see what lies under his feet,  (12)

Visualising the layers of our planet).    (10)

Fog and a dandelion clock hot air balloon

As the cars muffled by, Eldest expounded why  (12)

(‘case we’d missed it) this spot looked so clear  (10)

Still pushed for time, I said “don’t look behind”,  (10)

And “try to stay focussed, my dear”.  (9)

 

The bundled up kid, in the buggy, outdid  (11)

Himself in the vocal department:  (9)

As the traffic lights loomed, and his mummy fair zoomed –   (11)

A new warble he started to invent.  (10)

Eldest was amused, thought his brother confused,  (11)

And suggested a ditty less gaga; (10)

Buggy boy got annoyed, and again raised his voice,  (12)

Soon those kids were crooning a cappella…  (10)

 

Playing-field wall in view, Eldest’s out breath blew:  (11)

“I think the fog is the most at the school”  (10)

Buggy boy bobbed his head, and no more was said:  (11)

With such wise words it’s best not to fool.  (9)

Through those green gates we raced, the brothers embraced,  (11)

And went off to their separate haunts;  (9)

Little brown eyes, big blue – my adorable two  (12)

To face their own educational jaunts.  (10)

 

I hugged buggy boy tight, and tweaked his jumper right,  (12)

Then watched him just starting to play.  (8)

I don’t like to leave, but Eldest receives  (10)

My big hug, too, before his school day.  (9)

I wave and I smile, chat to mums for a while,  (11)

And I notice the fog is still there;  (9)

Hungry to consume: people, feelings, and soon  (11)

Two sweet children I have in my care.  (9)

 

I slowly walk home (Leonard Cohen, headphones)  (11)

Empty-buggied, with only one bag  (9)

Quick looks on and behind, and yes, I still find:  (11)

All that’s clear is the patch I impact.  (9)

 

 

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Kubes!

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Howdy-do!

My older brother-in-law (Hubby’s side) bought me a set of Haikubes for Christmas, having seen them in a bookshop and figuring they well suited my random poetry leanings! My inlaws are actually visiting us at the moment, so I got a chance to try out the cubes while my BIL could witness the results 😉

There are two dice printed (in red) with subject prompts, and the rest provide words that are one’s choices to make up Haiku/Senryu (a three line poem with the syllable structure 5-7-5).

I tried a first one in the way it was intended:

First Haikubes attempt

So the subject prompt is ‘a desire for’…

 

Watching hero hoped.

(They point behind you, sister)

He must have that girl.

 

There were so many tantalising word blocks left over from my throw of them all, however!!  I couldn’t just leave them there…so I compiled a second Senryu (it’s about a major human foible!) without a prompt:

Second attempt with Haikubes

 

Peace dancing clever…

Body, killed one wicked war:

cover waste with wise.

 

Then…well…the kids came to mind for a third wee crack at my (now dwindling) selection of cubes 😉

Third attempt with Haikubes

 

 

Sleeping marvel…or

Torture! Trouble! Heavy blocks!

(But so not simple)

 

So thanks BIL, that was definitely a gift that will keep me inspired!

 

(Stay tuned: Hubby’s youngest brother gave me a book about the kids’ Raspberry Pi 3.  I see fun with that in our near future!!)

 

 

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Cinquain In The Membrane

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Hi!

Today I alighted on the Cinquain (said: sin-cane), a type of poetry that grew from a knowledge of Japanese poetry types and syllable restriction.  The site I came to first (which I have linked to in the last sentence) attributed the invention of the form to Adelaide Crapsey, but I found the site Cinquain.org (created by Aaron Toleos for his master thesis on Crapsey and the Cinquain in 2005) and there is a greater discussion of the poetic background/roots, and also the examination of the complexities of writing cinquains the way that Crapsey did (cos he tried it!).

I really want to return to the last site and try my hand at these properly, but for now I just stuck to the 5 non-rhyming lines and 2-4-6-8-2 syllable convention.  (I read enough to know that my first attempt here would probably meet with Crapsey’s approval more than the second!  I should also give them deep titles, apparently, so I will mull that over, too…)

Attempt one:

 

hand through shroudPardon?

I thought I heard…

But no…it’s not your voice;

Lost in a shroud these long ten years.

Miss you…

 

Attempt two:

 

Past four

There is now light

And my spirit can smile;

Creeping towards new life, yearnings

Answered.

 

 

 

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