Bastet’s Poetry Prompt: Choka

I like Japanese poetry…guess you all know that by now. I like the essentialness of the form. So, I went to look up other types of Japanese poetry to see if there might be something more to learn!

I came across a great site which I’m enjoying very much, and I thought I’d try some of these different forms. And would prompt you to do so also!

This one will be in the Choka or the long poem form and is the most classical of the Choka forms…I will be following the form used by Teagan…it’s a group of 5-7-7-5-7-7-5-5-7.

The Moth

there is no freedom
escaping from my cocoon
I must seek you once again
I am drawn to you
like a moth to a candle
circling nearer and nearer
the deadly flame calls
now my wings are scorched
why must my nature be so?

Teagan

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Sandbox

sandbox in the park
kids building fragile castles
others make a lovely cake
someone starts a fight
sand goes flying in the air
mothers quickly intervene
the children laughing
seem only to say
mothers should learn how to play!

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very nicely done 🙂

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Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 04:34 said:

thanks 🙂

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The first one made me sad, and the second one made me smile. Your writing evokes such wonderfully diverse emotions.

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Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 04:43 said:

The first one was froma a master not I…I just play in sandboxes making fragile castles.

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- Cubby on August 9, 2013 at 08:31 said:
  
  I actually preferred the sandbox one. 🙂
  
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  - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:49 said:
    
    Me too…never like mushy stuff myself. 😉
    
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Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:12 said:

And will you too try a Choka for me? I show you photos of lovely maple flavored beaver tales that Canadian Travel Bugs sent to me! 😉

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- Cubby on August 9, 2013 at 08:25 said:
  
  For your eyes only:
  
  You want me to stray
  Outside of my comfort zone
  Where wandering seems thorny
  With unsteady feet.
  I’m afraid I will get lost
  In foreign territory
  Which is why I cling
  To paths well trodden,
  If by no one else but me.
  
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  - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:48 said:
    
    Alas my dear friend
    why do you so hesitate
    your talent is so clearly great
    that you need no comfort
    from pathways too familiar
    find your wings and fly
    even though a kitty
    what a pity if you don’t
    
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    - Cubby on August 9, 2013 at 09:09 said:
      
      If kitties could fly
      It would be raining all day
      With long feathers and cat hair
      And cause a big mess.
      Skies would be a battlefield
      Once contained upon the ground,
      And respite for birds
      In freedom of flight
      Would be clipped by kitty claws.
      
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    - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 09:58 said:
      
      🙂
      but indeed the mice
      have wings to fly and we cats
      are more important then bats…
      fur balls falling down
      on unwary passersby
      could be a bit serious
      then there’s the birds
      to be considered
      alas, alas…sigh
      wisdom is that kitty’s walk!
      
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  - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:49 said:
    
    Now you should post this on your blog! 😉
    
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Nice one… if only we could get some of those mothers to intercede when politicians play their sandbox games….I tacked a Choka onto my story for the We Drink Short Story Prompt… too many prompts too little time… lol

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Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 05:06 said:

I loved what you did…doesn’t sound like a tack on at all…and I agree THOSE kids need some discipline!

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Yep. I’ma have to try this.

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Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 05:07 said:

😀 that would be lovely! I may have found my nitch.

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Here is my offering: http://lyricalfish.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/water-and-light-a-choka/

Thanks for sharing this beautiful form:)

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Bastet on August 10, 2013 at 20:00 said:

Thanks for trying it! 🙂

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kdavisfanclub on August 8, 2013 at 21:14 said:

very nicely done 🙂

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- Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 04:34 said:
  
  thanks 🙂
  
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Cubby on August 9, 2013 at 00:47 said:

The first one made me sad, and the second one made me smile. Your writing evokes such wonderfully diverse emotions.

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- Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 04:43 said:
  
  The first one was froma a master not I…I just play in sandboxes making fragile castles.
  
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  - Cubby on August 9, 2013 at 08:31 said:
    
    I actually preferred the sandbox one. 🙂
    
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    - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:49 said:
      
      Me too…never like mushy stuff myself. 😉
      
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- Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:12 said:
  
  And will you too try a Choka for me? I show you photos of lovely maple flavored beaver tales that Canadian Travel Bugs sent to me! 😉
  
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  - Cubby on August 9, 2013 at 08:25 said:
    
    For your eyes only:
    
    You want me to stray
    Outside of my comfort zone
    Where wandering seems thorny
    With unsteady feet.
    I’m afraid I will get lost
    In foreign territory
    Which is why I cling
    To paths well trodden,
    If by no one else but me.
    
    LikeLike
    
    Reply ↓
    - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:48 said:
      
      Alas my dear friend
      why do you so hesitate
      your talent is so clearly great
      that you need no comfort
      from pathways too familiar
      find your wings and fly
      even though a kitty
      what a pity if you don’t
      
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      - Cubby on August 9, 2013 at 09:09 said:
        
        If kitties could fly
        It would be raining all day
        With long feathers and cat hair
        And cause a big mess.
        Skies would be a battlefield
        Once contained upon the ground,
        And respite for birds
        In freedom of flight
        Would be clipped by kitty claws.
        
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      - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 09:58 said:
        
        🙂
        but indeed the mice
        have wings to fly and we cats
        are more important then bats…
        fur balls falling down
        on unwary passersby
        could be a bit serious
        then there’s the birds
        to be considered
        alas, alas…sigh
        wisdom is that kitty’s walk!
        
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    - Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 08:49 said:
      
      Now you should post this on your blog! 😉
      
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tjtherien on August 9, 2013 at 04:24 said:

Nice one… if only we could get some of those mothers to intercede when politicians play their sandbox games….I tacked a Choka onto my story for the We Drink Short Story Prompt… too many prompts too little time… lol

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- Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 05:06 said:
  
  I loved what you did…doesn’t sound like a tack on at all…and I agree THOSE kids need some discipline!
  
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Sahm King on August 9, 2013 at 04:57 said:

Yep. I’ma have to try this.

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- Bastet on August 9, 2013 at 05:07 said:
  
  😀 that would be lovely! I may have found my nitch.
  
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lyricalfish on August 10, 2013 at 19:30 said:

Here is my offering: http://lyricalfish.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/water-and-light-a-choka/

Thanks for sharing this beautiful form:)

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- Bastet on August 10, 2013 at 20:00 said:
  
  Thanks for trying it! 🙂
  
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