NaPoWriMo – Badriomaku – April 8, 2016

Old cemetary

In Passing

feelings
receding facts
lost old horizons
death
removed the fever
of my feelings
now I am – numb.

© G.s.k. ‘16

Six months have passed since my husband died in a fatal accident.  The strange thing about sudden death is that it leaves you feeling that everything is some sort of joke.  That you’ll turn around and your loved one will be there giggling at you for having been so silly to fall for it.  Only that never happens.

Life continues in its everyday normalcy leaving things hanging like a broken spider web floating in the wind.  Unresolved problems, unresolved actions.  Sometimes out of the blue one of those problems will pop out … and you fall into a memory hole.  Like today, when the new furnace went on the blink again.  Ciao, Bastet.

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Words:  feelings, facts, receding, horizon, fever, numb

With a syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5, the Hungarian Badriomaku is interesting in that it gives you a structure that doesn’t fit any preconceived ideas.

I was introduced to this form by Graeme. Thanks, Graeme!

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1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 7

 

Reflections at a Water Fountain – Circular Poem and Hay(na)ku – November 28, 2015

leaf in the water

Reflections at a Water Fountain

tumbling water splashing
dashing an autumn leaf in cold water
[alter of mystic autumn rites]
ignites my imagination:
all life issued …
spewed – from water but, oh, the change
strange – and somehow, humbling
tumbling water splashing

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falling
water splashes
autumn’s red symbol

reflecting I saw
life’s evolution
unfold

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

Poetry challenge #7: Circular poem

“The rules are simple. A circular poem is one that goes round full circle. The last word of the first line rhymes with the first word of the following line and so on until you end up back at your first line.

Lines can be any length, it’s the rhyme that’s important. Ideas and images can be as stream of consciousness as you like, theme, whatever springs to mind.”   Jane Dougherty

Also linked to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie [Hay(na)ku]

A Magpie – Chained reversed Hay(na)ku – November 27, 2015

painting by Rubens Peale

There
it sat
eating our cake …

lemon flavoured frosting
with shiny
sprinkles.

Magpie,
eternal thief,
of bright trinkets

mistook our cake
for treasure
trove.

“Thanksgiving
we’ll eat
a magpie pie!”

Mother
in earnest
shouted that day.

So I fled
and hid
crying,

thinking
of blackbirds
in a pie.

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

Also linked to: B&P Shadorma & Beyond – The Hay(na)ku – November 28, 2015

Morning Waka and Haiku – November 26, 2015

clock tower two

on a pendulum
called time – swinging to and fro
like life – jazz

outside my snow globe
the sun didn’t rise today
and the moon wanes
children still play in the parks
somewhere a raven – sings

snow globes and clocks
illusions of time and space
until the snow falls

© G.s.k. ‘15

Sometimes I write a tanka or haiku in my comments to a post … this morning the first haiku (which should be called American Haiku) was written for Chris at “The Muscleheaded Blog” for his lovely quote by Jack Kerouac … the second for was written a great poem created by Randy Maize at –  “The Writer’s Village”,

Cee’s Black &White Challenge – Public Transport: Venice – September 18, 2015

Travelling in Venice

Travelling in Venice on the waterways of the lagoon … spring holiday. (American Sentence)

 

This week Cee offers us the opportunity to show different scenes of public transportation in black and white – (no cars or trucks) …

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Visit Cee’s Black & White Challenge – Public Transportation for more information of how to participate!

Morning Haiku and Waka – August 29, 2015

there, in the dawn each morning
a promise seems to linger
something new will come about
but then it passes

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hear the bells
like every morning they chime
echoing at dawn
then the silence pulses
inside like a waterfall

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an old dusty trail
wind-blown and rutted
a banjo plays
somewhere in my memory
hides the Grand Ole Opry

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Saturday morning I think of pancakes – Mom in the kitchen humming.

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Late summer – their chicks grown,  the swallows fill the morning sky in silence.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Brynn, Brynn – Manx(u) – August 7, 2015

I’m exploring … I still don’t have oodles of time, but I was introduced to this fav blog … Graeme Sandford – Guilty of Rhymes of Passion yesterday through several different people and found myself fascinated! Below is a poetry formed called  the Manx(u) form, an invented form which is an ode to cats with a 2, 2, 1, 6, 1, 4, ! syllable count (ending with “!”) introduced to him by Jane at Jane’s Musing … and yes Virginia … haiku poets often add ku or u to existing or new poetic forms 😉

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Brynn, Brynn
sexy
thing –
like a diva – stretching
(snap)
just another shot
!

composed
she sits
and
with a plaintive meow
says:
now, where’s the fish
!

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© G.s.k. ‘15

The Hungarian Badriomaku – Departures – August 6, 2015

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Departures

you turn
looking sad
as the train arrives
tears
stand on your lashes
not wanting to fall
then I hear – All aboard!

lover’s
farewell kiss
one last long embrace
spring
will bring May flowers
for some – not them
he died on the front.

© G.s.k. ‘15

The Hungarian Badriomaku – syllable count of 2-3-5-1-5-4-5

I must really thank Paloma for sending me this link to Consciouscacophony post today, where I learnt a new form .. go and read C.C.’s post – stupendous!

Morning Haiku – July 24, 2015

flash of lightening
illuminating the lake
three drops of rain

Warm moments: hundred percent humidity one day in Djibouti.

Imagine living in forty-five* degree heat each day … without end.

morning dew
no – this wasn’t rain fall
just morning dew
with flashes of lightening
to jazz up the sky a bit

© G.s.k. ‘15

*Centigrade about 113° F

Screen Door – Memories of childhood – July 13, 2015

Screen Door

Screen Door

summer days
slamming the screen door
they go out to play

© G.s.k. ‘15

“Shut the damn screen door and keep out the flies” … her summer memories.

barbecued ribs
flapping screen door
dancing the twist

whining spring
screeches on the screen door
crash! wood against wood

old screen door
hooked against the summer wind
tornado warnings

Don’t slam that door … her useless admonitions each summer evening.

memory of her …
each time the screen door slams
after fifty years

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Carpe Diem #775 Amido (screen door or window screen)

(Of course … these haiku [mostly American Haiku and American Sentences)  are not about “amido” which is a lovely rice paper screens used in Japanese shoji] whcih will be for another series … I think just about every American child of the 1950s probably heard, at least once, one of the phrases or sounds above … and for all I know some may still hear them, like I do every time the screen door slams in the summer.)