sparkling in the sun
deadly white and cold as ice
winter’s wicked gift
Is it over yet? Thanks to Yvette and the Tanka Tuesday Challenge.
ode to winter-a haiku
Tag: syllabic poetry
blink
angels weep stone tears
the house stands cold and empty
all because she blinked
Angels are always going to remind me of my favorite Doctor (10/14) and those absolutely terrifying set of bad guys-the Weeping Angels! Thanks to Esther and the RDP for the inspirational prompt words of ANGEL and HOUSE.
fading memories
as our memories fade away
misty behind a shadowed veil
the jagged edges dulled with fray
as our memories fade away
ego and shame stop holding sway
the once vibrant shades turn to pale
as our memories fade away
misty behind a shadowed veil
Image credit; Mohsen Karimi @ Unsplash
Inspired by WDYS’s photo prompt and my own fading memories 😉
I played around with a couple of different styles, but I felt it worked best with the Triolet, which is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in 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 chose the 8-syllable version today.
hope in the face of despair (Sunday Whirl)
vibrating, I walk
my heart tinged by tragedy
greed cracks earth’s spirit
but your presence calms despair
strings of resistance lift all
It’s Sunday Whirl time! Let’s keep HOPE alive!
what if
what if magic is the true key
not illogical or absurd
but the spell that sets us all free
what if magic is the true key
where you and I awoke as we
ideas shared with a secret word
not illogical or absurd
what if magic is the true key
Inspired by many things including the RDP prompt (ABSURD) and the call to visualize joy, for which I chose the Seasons of Enchantment card. It brought to mind my happy place: a magical world where joy abounds.
Plus, I’m still having fun with the Triolet, which 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 chose the 8-syllable version tonight.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 