Breeze Gentle Nothing much Blowing eastwards Driving before it Dark clouds – impending rain. Obscuring the bright, crisp stars; The night sky is slowly transformed. Gone now – the friendly face of the moon. Thus blanketed the heavenly host wait.
Oh, Disused pathway
Of a forgotten era
Once the road to dreams
Now you by weeds overgrown
Will my highways face the same?
Colleen’s syllabic challenge is a photo prompt this week. I have used the Tanka syllable form, though I am not sure if I have “pivoted” as clearly as might have liked. I hope the metaphors have impact though.
Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week is to write a poem which uses synonyms for circled and squared. I went with the cinquain form and the idea of circling around an issue (circled) when what is needed is coming to see things eye-to-eye (squared).
Around the bush
Won’t get us anywhere
Resolution needs to be found
As dappled sunlight streams below –
Watchful hart and nurturing doe
A newborn fawn
As fresh as dawn
They guard – then onward go
Colleen has challenged us to write a syllabic poem of our own choice of theme and form. I am using the Welsh clogyrnach form with its 8/8/4/4/6 syllable and aabba rhyme scheme. My inspiration ran backwards, as the poem wrote itself, and then I looked for a suitable illustration. It is not perfect as it doesn’t include the stag, but it think it does capture the feel of the poem.
The awful loss.
You departed now – far
From our selfish unthinking midst.
Gone now –
Witness of the things that have passed –
Now forever silent
You great oak shall
Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week was to write on the theme inspired by the quote: “Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse
I have gone with the mirror cinquain form, and the added prompt to the image of a dead oak. I think to the quote and image work well together to set the mood.
What is the purpose of this thing – I spy?
No longer amid the ocean depths
Now in sand – stranded high and dry;
Lobster pot upon the beach
Carried in on the tide.
To fullfil its task
Shall it function?