Dawn Thoughts – June 20, 2014

Last August 9th 2013, Sahm did a poetry prompt on We Drink Because We’re Poets asking us to create our own form.  This was my contribution.  Someone commented on it yesterday, and it was an odd comment, but it brought the post back to mind.

Thursday Poetry Prompt #15: Invent a Form!

My response was this:

Well, I don’t know if this already exists or not,   It’s 4 quatrains…with an added fifth Haiku type 5 syllable line at the end of each quatrain similar to the Haiku “cutting phrase”, and a fifth quatrain, at the end of the poem, in free verse.

The rhyming pattern is particular: aabbc aabbc aabbc aabbc abcd, but the first and third quatrains rhyme on the last word – the second and the fourth quatrain rhyme on the first word, “the cutting phrase and the last quatrain have no rhymes –  the last quatrain is completely in free verse.

Unless someone can say differently, I’ll call this The Group Effect…in honor of the Group that’s been stimulating me so much.

Of Fig Leaves

Together one summer day,
Through the country we wound our way,
We joked and  I took  photographs,
A pleasant morn and oh the laughs,
A memory for winter’s cold.

I stopped beside an old fig tree,
By the path it stood so green, whilst
Taking lots of close-ups we ‘rengaed’,
Making comments as I worked …
In jaunty bawdy rhyme.

We talked  about writing a blog
How it’d be good to clear the fog
Of  illogical stories told,
Passed as history, but  just fool’s gold.
Philosophizing.

Asking why the fig interested me, I replied,
Masking my glee:
Biblical verse has made me giggle for
Quizzical questions,  they sometimes pose, like
The nature of fig leaves.

White sap from fig leaves
Burnt your skin last summer,
We imagined
Fig leaves on our ‘private parts’!

(I’ve  edited the poem … it reads much better now than it did then)

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Tilus

bright colorful whirly-gig …
impressions
life

Shadorma

confusion
too many things to do
running mad
though its fun
these kelidoscope feelings
are nice in small doses

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Group Effect: Ninja Stuff-Finding Radar

Group Effect

Ninja stuff-finding radar

My man wouldn’t get far
Without my Ninja stuff-finding radar.
When he needs something you see,
Helplessly, he relies completely on me,
’cause I’m a woman.

Frantic – he looks for his keys or his socks!
Panic hits – he can’t find what he wants!
Finally I move forward – I turn on that radar,
Skillfully with panache I find what he’s lost,
’cause I’m a woman.

Doubtless women can lose things too.
But they just keep on looking without further ado.
Searching they move things until the lost is found.
No one feels awestruck, this just doesn’t astound,
’cause they’re women.

Now men are a different breed altogether.
How can we expect them to find things at all?
Unless there’s a woman with her Ninja radar,
Stress overpowers them, leaves them agape,
’cause they’re not woman.

So my dear ladies don’t be surprised.
When once married you suddenly find,
That you’ve got magic powers built right inside.
That finds all those things no husband can find,
’cause you’re a woman.

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Dedicated to Barb Taub I should really say that this poem wouldn’t exist if it hadn’t been for Barb’s very funny Post written yesterday, and it was while we were commenting that she came up with “Ninja Stuff-finding radar”.  Thanks Barb!

OctPoWriMo 2013: Day 4

Poetry-Group Effect: Modern Times

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Modern Times

Bolognano slowly dying.
Met my old friend, his voice crying,
Told me he’d lost his loving wife
Alone, he lives an empty life.
The wheel keeps turning.

Young people always leaving now,
Sprung into a world with no future.
Immigrating to foreign lands,
Imitating forebears of yore.
Thus our village dies.

Economic global crisis,
Sick of hearing the self-righteous!
With all their political spiel,
Indifferent to how we feel.
Sheeple still follow.

Sadly my last years will be dark,
Badly needed evolution…
Lost, in old ideologies,
Cost effective mental shackles.
Moneyoccracy.

Blowing bubbles in the wind.
Writing poems, encouraging smiles,
Refusing to be crippled by this moral void.
Just being me, is all I can do.

Group Effect: Choices (experiment)

I thought I’d try this experiment, since it kept popping into my mind all morning.  The rhyming pattern:   the first and third stanzas, rhyme at the end each line…fifth line alone.  The Second and the Fourth stanzas rhyme at the beginning of the line…fifth line alone.  So keeping this in mind it’s aabbc aabbc aabbc aabbc.  I didn’t worry about syllables or meter at this point.  Now, I’m sure this probably has a name…can anyone tell me what form it is?

I must admit, I’ve never studied poetry so iambic etc means nil to me and I don’t know the names of the forms…except what I learned from We Drink Because We’re Poets…so if someone can give me a hand naming this type of rhyme, I’d appreciate it a lot. (N.B. This is now called the Group Effect)

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Choices

I thought of Robert Frost
regretting what he’d lost…
a road in a yellow wood
unsure his choice was good.
if only he knew.

Could we reflect back
Would we too regret…
Choices quickly made
Voices never raised?
if only we knew.

This my contemplation
a reflective meditation
born from your words
that fluttered like birds.
if only you knew.

Thought, dancing in circles
Aught not weigh me down
Woods divided, choices made
Should be a passing thought!
if only I knew.