dancing threads of light
a fresh maze for our senses
soundless poetry
Image Credit; Doncoombez @ Unsplash
Thanks to Sadje for such a beautiful prompt photo.
dancing threads (WDYS)
Tag: #micropoetry
SenHai Saturday 25
a sigh at sunset
the day’s challenge a standoff
our future unknown
the winter sun glows
fire and ice caught in the gleam
and the day lingers
under the night sky I waver
under the night sky I waver
as moonbeams penetrate my shroud
baring that fateful palaver
under the night sky I waver
wishing I had once been braver
but the die was cast as I bowed
under the night sky I waver
as moonbeams penetrate my shroud
Today, Reena asks us to consider: THE MASKS WE FORGOT TO REMOVE
Let your protagonist (fictional or real) explore the following aspects.
- Has it become too comfortable?
- Concealing an unpalatable truth
- Being haunted by their own disguise
- The silence after the revelry when real selves do not return
The RD Prompt (WAVER) seemed to fit into my thoughts as I played around with the idea of the consequences of decisions contrary to your true self. At least I think that may be what I was going for. It took its own course-as words sometimes do.
Plus, I’m clearly obsessed with the Triolet this week.
A Triolet is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). [I did 8-syllables today.]
it’s dark at 4pm! (a haiku)
in the dead of night
seduced by a false prophet
time’s veil falls again
This is my ode to the horror of the November “fall back” time change. It messes up my sleep and it really does get dark by 4:30pm. ARGGG! Thanks to Yvette and Tanka Tuesday for the inspiration to vent.
I Still Miss You
I see your face in the morning shadows
your lost voice echoing in the abyss
the memory sharp like a bramble rose
I see your face in the morning shadows
autumn’s gold curves in its final death throes
as fate and the future meet in a kiss
I see your face in the morning shadows
your lost voice echoing in the abyss
Image credit; Adam Bixby @ Unsplash
Both the image and the prompt word (MISS) inspired the same feeling in me: a sense of loss. So, sorry for the melancholy, but I did enjoy the process! Thanks to the following:
Having fun with the Triolet this week. According to
https://bysarahwhiley.wordpress.com/
A Triolet is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). [I did 10-syllables today.]
Tina Stewart Brakebill 