morning sun
coming down the cliff
the ocean night
1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 17 Smorgasbord Sunday
NaPoWriMo – Sunday – April 17, 2016
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Tag Archives: life
NaPoWriMo – Prose Poetry – April 16, 2016
Knobby kneed she’s not – notice
the shapely curve of leg and thigh.
When one thinks of a skeleton in the closet,
One doesn’t expect this .. rather fleshy isn’t it?
Sam’s wife is sitting in the living-room,
(She’s just come back home unexpectedly).
He called me on the phone – asked me over …
I popped in without hesitation.
My apartment door is in front of theirs.
Now how do I get her out … amazing, Meredith
Hasn’t caught on yet … but then, he was wise –
He didn’t take her into their marriage bed!
She’s nearly dressed …
We’re ready to leave the guest room –
I explain my plan then I go ahead of her …
“Mere and Nadine – come here onto the terrace,
Let’s have a glass of wine.” he says.
“Fine!” I reply, thank heaven’s he’s got some brains.
Meredith sits with her back to the door.
The young women streaks through the room
And out the door she runs.
How is it that it doesn’t slam – a miracle I suppose.
I feel clammy – what one doesn’t do for a childhood friend.
Meredith rubs her knee against mine …
Now this is a different cup of tea,
She’s come home early to be with me.
© G.s.k. ‘16
Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #108 – by NEKNEERAJNaPoWriMo 2016
Carpe Diem (Haiga)- Clouds – April 15, 2016
Carpe Diem #954 clouds – April 13, 2016
fantasy world unfolds
while the wind tears clouds apart
in sunny colors
clouds moving, changing everlasting
fantasy world unfolds
© Chèvrefeuille
NaPoWriMo: Day 14 – Late – April 15, 2016
in the morning of time
the child arose smiling
birds sang in the trees
walking down the path
as each new spring day begins
the perfume is sweet
these silver dew drops
twinkle under the new sun
life’s precious gems
why rock the old cradle
certainly no child lies here
except in memory
listen to these notes:
they are the keys of my soul
or so you tell me
although written long ago
for a moon long forgotten
© G.s.k. ‘16
1sojournal – NaPoWriMo: Day 14 – Words: child, walk, silver, cradle, keys, moon
I didn’t write on my blog at all yesterday and so this is a day late.
Secret Keeper Promt # 37 – April 15, 2016
oh my gentle friend
as we sit looking into space
this event called life
moves throughout eternity
with neither reason nor aim
© G.s.k. ‘16
NASA Researchers: DNA Building Blocks Can Be Made in Space: “NASA-funded researchers have evidence that some building blocks of DNA, the molecule that carries the genetic instructions for life, found in meteorites were likely created in space.”
The Secret Keeper – Weekly Writing Prompt #32 Week: 5 Words: | SPACE | FRIEND | EVENT | MOVE | AIM |
A to Z Challenge – The Letter K – April 13, 2016
The Fisher King
Knell before the Fisher King
Kind kinsman and knight
Sit thee at the king’s knee
Then join us at his table.
Kegs of beer and wine we’ll open,
His kitchen and kettles will be emptied,
As each course is served to you,
In kaleidoscopic variety.
Oh but noble kindred knight,
(Heed the kyrielle I’ll recite
For the karmic keeper of the grail)
Save our Fisher King’s
Kingship, kingdom and kin!
Be keener than kenless* Percival
Keep faith and ask to know,
Why wounded knights and
Bloodied knives and a grail
Parade between each course.
Know that knowledge is wisdom
And a balsam to body and soul,
Our King will be healed at last
And your knightly quest fulfilled.
© G.s.k. ‘16
*kenless … without knowledge
The Many Versions of “The Fisher King”
NaPoWriMo – Choka – April 13, 2016
a silent minstrel
sat at dawn his fingers limp
(the blue sky streaked red)
reminding him of lost friends
a song dangled there
(just out of reach but so near)
he touched the taut strings
and struck a sweet cord
then, heard a sistrum jangle
the music began
flowing like a spring river
he sang of karma
he sang of resurrection
of life – birth and death
and of red dawns and sunsets
o’er the mountains and the sea.
© G.s.k. ‘16
“The choka (長歌 long poem) was the epic, story telling form of Japanese poetry from the 1st to the 13th century, known as the Waka period. Most often the Japanese poet would write epics in classical Chinese. Still, the occasional poet with a story to tell would tackle the choka, the earliest of which can be traced back to the 1st century. It describes a battle and is 149 lines long.
Originally choka were sung, but not in the Western sense of being sung. The oral tradition of the choka was to recite the words in a high pitch.
The choka is:
- a narrative.
- syllabic. Composed of any number of couplets made up of alternating 5-7 onji (sound syllables) per line. In English we can only treat the onji as a syllable.
- unrhymed.
- concluded by a hanka, an envoy in the form of the waka, 31 onji or sound syllables in 5 lines with 5-7-5-7-7. “han” meaning repetition, the hanka is to summarize the choka. The word tanka is often substituted for hanka or waka (they are all rooted in the same 31 syllable, 5 line form, their root seems to make them interchangeable with only subtle differences to separate them.)
- Another way to write a choka is to write several katauta (5-7-7 syllable stanzas).
- The poem can be as long as you like and in classical times there have been choka with hundreds of lines.
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Written for NaPoWriMo inspired by the mandala and words found on 1sojounal NaPoWriMo: Day 13:
minstrel, dawn, strings, blue, flow, fingers, jangle, dangle
Wordle MLMM- Three Dodoitsu – April 12, 2016
needless painful heartbreak comes
upon each awakening
with monumental effort
she fills empty space
the macrocosm of love
where’s the sweet of philosophy
of subtle nuzzling ’til noon
[lovingly kissing]
it would lacerate her soul
to indiscreetly reveal
the history of her people
[she’s monachopsis]
© G.s.k. ‘16
“Dodoitsu is a form of Japanese poetry developed towards the end of the Edo Period. Often concerning love or work, and usually comical, Dodoitsu poems consist of four lines with the syllabic structure 7-7-7-5 and no rhyme or metre.
It was a traditional form for popular and folk songs and the name (“quickly city to city”) appears to refer to the speed with which such new songs spread. In Japanese, the “dodoitsu” contains twenty-six sound units (onji) composed of four phrases in 7-7-7-5 sound units. It’s hard to find examples of “dodoitsu” among literature because most of these songs, sung accompanied with the shamisen (a banjo-like instrument with three strings), relied on the oral tradition and are therefore lost to us. Since the subject matter was either love or humor as viewed by inhabitants of the pleasure quarters, the existing works have attracted very little attention in English.”
Wordle #105 “April 11th, 2016” Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie
Happy Day 12 of NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo, all!
A to Z Challenge – The Letter J – April 12, 2016
jujube tree
In Jupiter’s jungle grow jujubes and junipers,
be-jewelled with jaded leaves and juicy fruits.
Julianne or Jennifer joyed in the fruits
And often junketed into the jungle.
Juno became jealous when her be-jowled
jovial old satyr went *jocking into the jungle,
looking for Julianne or Jennifer
Junketing for jujube fruits.
“Justice!” thought Juno,
(Juggling her Japanese
Jewelled shuriken)
“Justice and revenge!”
Justifiably worried, Jennifer was well read,
She avoided the jovicentric
Jungle as much as she could
Refusing to junket with Julianne again.
Julianne, a juvenile jitterbug queen,
Jubilantly jazz danced with Jupiter
‘Til his joints were like jellybeans,
Effectively curtailing his amorous jousting.
But Juno was jealous just the same
Unjustifiably jaundiced against women,
(Jupiter just could do Juno no wrong)
Until a certain joker Jinn jumped in.
With its Janus face, jolly and jeering,
The Jinn jostled her into being just!
She turned the tables and jocularly,
With Jacobean judiciousness,
Jiggled jellyfish into the Jovian jock strap.
© G.s.k. ‘16
*jocking: to engage in flirtatious behavior with another; to crush on someone; to hit on someone Brandon, constantly laughing, smiling, lightly touching and generally talking up a storm, was jocking Amanda.
by Anonymous May 22, 2003
Sunday Whirl and NaPoWriMo – Haiku and Tanka – April 10, 2016
wintry last stands
where talk ends and hope is born
rain drips on blossoms
the river flows
tales under the surface
call to us
concentric circle shimmers
as a trout eat mosquitoes.
© G.s.k. ‘16
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