Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts

Thursday, May 27, 2021

April Poetry Challenge 2021: Day Twenty-Eight

  


Day 28 Prompt: Remix

Form: Nonet


“In a Park: Part II”


In a park there is a statue of

a girl holding a red balloon

shaped like a heart. She looks up

with a serious gaze.

I always think she

is wondering

what to do

with it

now.

After

a moment

I hear laughter

from my three daughters

as they run through flowers.

I walk away from the girl

holding a heart shaped red balloon,

sad because she cannot feel this love.

Sunday, May 2, 2021

April Poetry Challenge 2021: Day Nine

 


Day 9 Prompt: Persona

Form: Hir a Thoddaid


“Old Metal Slide”


I hear you clambering to the top,

go down 540 nonstop.

Laughter filling the sky, a backdrop

to a joyful moment. I eavesdrop

on your conversation, father’s love for

growing daughters, no need to stop.

 

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Poetic Form 94: Qasida

 Here be Dragons

The walking path leans into the woods, sunlight

becomes a mosaic pattern of delight.


My daughters scamper onto the darken ground

to find sticks, there are new dragons here to fight.


I follow their adventure on the path, I

yell, “A golden fire breather to the right!”


Smiling, I can almost feel the the wings flapping

as the dragon rises in my girls’ eyes bright.


With a blink of memory I feel the dark

corners of the woods take me to a past night.


As a young boy I would run the streets alone,

trying to dodge my own dragons, fear in flight.


Those dragons, not seen with imagination,

their wings and claws were never shown in daylight.


Always the new kid with a new address to

remember, a family just out of sight.


I learned to slay them with my words and paper,

a battle I won with a pen and rewrite.


I open my eyes, leave the path to join in 

a new story, three princesses and a knight.


We laugh as I spin the tale of new battles,

here be dragons that fatherly love makes right.


The Poetic Form #94: Qasida

The qasida is a form that dates back to pre-Islamic Arabia. The poem is a story 

written in a string of shers (complete couplets) that can be as long as 100 couplets. 

The meter is up to the poet but should be consistent. There is some debate 

about the rhyme scheme. One form has a mono-rhymed pattern: aa aa aa.  

Another variation is aa bb cc dd. The most common rhyme pattern is aa xa xa xa xa xa. 

The poem should also entail the following parts:    

  • opening setting describes or recalls past times    
  • tale of lost love or things left behind     
  • the struggles of the journey      
  • praise or some moral maxim    

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Poetic Form 69: Triversen

 Sledding

A winter day

filled with sun

too bright to see.


My daughters

small bundled colors

fly down a slope.


At times

I follow them

even at my age.


We fly 

together at times

crashing in joy.


Snow in boots

on gloves

melting on cheeks.


This is a moment

forever now

in our hearts.


Poetic Form #69: Triversen

The poetic form, Triversen, was developed by William Carlos Williams.

Each stanza equals one sentence. The sentence (stanza) breaks into 

three lines (each line is a phrase for the sentence). There is a variable 

2-4 beats per line. The poem is 18 lines (or 6 stanzas).

 

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Poetic Form 1: Bref double


The Park

There is a small park
next to our home.
No swings or slides,
just a variety of birds and trees.

My daughters like to see how
the seasons leave their mark
on the tree’s branches,
how the flowers turn to leaves.

There are robins and larks
that build their homes that my girls
always want to see. It sparks
wonder I leave unidentified.

They see beauty in the variety of bark
and wings, as only a heart can betide.


Poetic Form #1: Bref double

A Bref double is a 14 line French poetic form consisting of three quatrains and a final couplet.
There are a few variations for the rhyme scheme. I used:

axbc
xaxc
axab
ab



Friday, April 24, 2020

Poetry Challenge Day 24: Nature


Friday Rain

The sunrise is covered by grey April clouds
Rain colder than snow
Penetrates my skin
Grass and winter’s decay mix with my coffee
Not sure if my spirit will rise today
The storm is covering my window panes
While the wind is stirring through the garage doors
Moving dust along the foundation

How do you find the sun
When yesterday looks just like tomorrow
All I want to do is run free
Dodging the rain as it follows the wind
In a frazzled way down
Down with my eyelids 
Protecting my view of today
My hair beginning to flatten to my skull
Dripping down my collar

Another gust pushes me to my left
For a second I believe I can tumble like a leaf
To be swept away, maybe to the gulf
But I step hard with my left foot
Steady my cup in both hands

My daughters call to me, with giggles
They want to know what I was doing outside
Their eyes smile in wonder, anticipating an answer
I want to tell them the truth
That I was searching to be baptized by the storm
That I was trying to recite a sacred prayer

Instead I tell them that fathers gain special powers
In a Friday rain
What powers they ask, never doubting my words
I stare at them for a few seconds
Then quietly I tell them the truth

To love you more each day

Slowly, they start to smile
My skin warming in their hugs

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Dancing Flowers


It is a late summer Sunday morning
   cool breeze
   warm sun

My youngest daughters
Play on the back patio
    in their PJs
    pink and green flash across the patio door

I join them
   sitting on the steps with a cup of coffee

“Look at this, Daddy”
    a rock
    a blade of grass
    in their hands

“Watch this, Daddy”
    as they run
    as they jump
    in the grass

They begin to dance
The sun shines into my eyes
I have to squint to see them
   but I swear
   if flowers could move
      they would dance like my daughters