Showing posts with label knife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knife. Show all posts

Thursday, September 10, 2020

Poetic Form 58: Pantoum

 

 

Let there be...

At the beginning of the world, when all was dark,

I wish God would have voiced another command,

“Let there be love!” That would have been a better start.

Instead we were given light, seas, and land.


I wish God would have voiced another command.

Say something that would have let us see joy,

instead we were given light, seas, and land.

We walk these hours blind and hurting, smiles only a decoy.


Say something that would have let us see joy,

allow us to fill our counted days with love. Building a life, 

we walk these hours blind and hurting, smiles only a decoy.

It’s not only our backs, but our chests hurt from the knives.


Allow us to fill our counted days with love, building a life. 

Without that command, the sun and moon watch as we all fall.

It’s not only our backs, but our chests hurt from the knives.

Our ears bleed, hands shake, loneliness hurts above all.


Why couldn’t God speak what we needed most these days?

“Let there be love!” That would have been a better start.

Maybe we could have lived a life clear of such an angry blaze,

at the beginning of the world, when all was dark.



Poetic Form #58: Pantoum


The pantoum form is a set of quatrains (4-line stanzas) that starts with an abab rhyme scheme. 

With each quatrain you repeat lines 2 and 4 in the previous stanza as lines 1 and 3 in the next 

stanza, creating a new rhyme scheme. Second stanza would be bcbc.

There are two options for the final quatrain.  You can repeat lines 1 and 3 of the original 

quatrain as lines 2 and 4 in the final quatrain. Another option is to invert lines 1 and 3 so 

that the first line of the poem is also the final line of the poem.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Poetic Form 51: The Blitz



Throat Not Cut

Wolves at the door

Wolves at my throat

Throat bleeding

Throat hurting

Hurting my lungs

Hurting my eyes

Eyes filled with tears

Eyes burning

Burning the past

Burning my future

Future filled with fear

Future falling to pieces

Pieces of paper

Pieces of poems

Poems of hate

Poems of love

Love lost

Love found

Found in a box

Found by time

Time spent

Time lost

Lost to another

Lost in prayers

Prayers of salvation

Prayers in silence

Silence of the heart

Silence that echos 

Echos of the past

Echos of words

Words not said

Words that stumble

Stumble through life

Stumble and fall

Fall for the lies

Fall into winter

Winter always comes

Winter nights

Nights filled with stars

Nights hold danger

Danger of death

Danger around the corner

Corners hide

Corners sharp

Sharp like knives

Sharp enough to cut

Cut to the heart

Cut out the pain

Pain…

heart...



Poetic Form #51: The Blitz

The Blitz is a form based on rapid fire short phrases, with a repetitive format. 

The first line is one short phrase or image. The second line uses the first word

from line one with another short phrase.  Lines three and four start with the last

word of line two. Then lines five and six start with the last word of line four.

Repeat this pattern through 48 lines. Line 49 is the last word of line 48 and line 50

is the last word of line 47. The title of the poem is three words long using this format:

first word of line three, preposition or conjunction and the first word of line 47.

There is no punctuation.

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Poetry Challenge Day 21: Love / Anti-love


*I decide to try to write a love poem around a moment that could have two outcomes. The love / anti-love poem put together. The moment is a huitain poem, the decision is written in two sonnets with a single couplet that works for both sonnets.

Believe In


The Moment (huitain)

Facing each other we seek it 
in the middle of a lost crowd.
Obligations in one pocket.
The other filled with dreams avowed.
Eyes hold steady, speaking out loud
my voice shakes as I ask you to
believe a fairy tale allowed.
You pause, eyes drifting down, no clue.

You Say Yes (sonnet)

As you grab my hand with yours that would soon
shine bright with ring, vows in ceremony
house bought with last of our dimes, kiss at noon
love in the afternoon, such a memory.

Soon a son to carry on my name rite.
Daughters to follow. We spend many nights awake.
Check homework, heal relationships, write
to-do list, and watch how years can take

away friends, yet build a family around
a table for the holidays. The joy
of milestones fills scrapbooks, pictures abound.
Dancing in an empty house, time is coy.

You Say No (sonnet)

My hand outstretched, you turn away too soon.
Heartbreak is a special ceremony,
I call your name. Stand alone at high noon.
No goodbye, or soft kiss for memory.

The days turn to months, years, a healing rite
I follow my muse, that keeps me awake.
Pen to paper, sorrow to page I write.
Others try to unchain my trust, they take

silence as poetic license around
their affection. Their soft hands hold no joy
for my desire to see your heart abound
through my years. At a distance I stay coy.


Concluding Couplet

A moment is all love needs to change life’s
path. For this poet, it cuts like a knife.