Marduk’s Lament – Pleiades – October 18, 2014

moonlightMarduk’s Lament
Moonbeams fell that night and
Magically lit the path,
Marriage he’d propose, since
Mad in love was he … but
Mary had gone away
Meaning ne’er to return …
Marduk said morosely:
“Mysterious is love!”
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(That poor sod –
His heart was destroyed!
Overcome
And Depressed …
Until he saw young Sybil
Walking on the beach …)
(c) G.s.k. ’14
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That Gull’s Flyin’ Low – Villanelle – October 16, 2014

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThat gull’s flyin’ low, into the east
His longing call woke me up at dawn
On this special day, when I should feast —

Day’s not even born, though light’s increased
And already I’m feelin’ like I’m just his pawn,
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east.

Inside somethin’s gnawing at me like a beast
Makin’ me feel like I should be movin’ on …
On, this special day, when I should feast …

If I followed that gull, I’d find release …
Wonder if he’d even ask why I’d gone
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east –

Guess I’m stayin’ one more day at least
I’ll just keep my peace and carry on
That gull’s flyin’ low into the east
On this special day, when I should feast.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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A villanelle is an ancient Italian pastoral poem, probably originally from Sicily from around the 16th century.  French poets (and then English poets) picked it up in the 18th and 19th century but it never really made its splash until the 20th century when Dylan Thomas and others began to use the form.

The poem is composed of four tercets and then an ending closing stanza of four lines. The first and last refrains are repeated alternatively in the second, third and fourth tercet and then once again in the last stanza.  The first lines of the second through the fourth tercets and the beginning of the closing stanza must rhyme with the refrains … the second lines all throughout the poem rhyme with themselves … complicated to explain but easy to write, believe me … here’s the poem again with color codes to show you how the refrains and rhymes work … there is no special meter or syllable count requirement to the poem btw.

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That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east
His longing call woke me up at dawn
On this special day, when I should feast —

Day’s not even born, though light’s increased
And already I’m feelin’ like I’m just his pawn,
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east.

Inside somethin’s gnawing at me like a beast
Makin’ me feel like I should be movin’ on
On, this special day, when I should feast …

If I followed that gull, I’d find release
Wonder if he’d even ask why I’d gone
That gull’s flyin’ low, into the east –

Guess I’m stayin’ one more day at least
I’ll just keep my peace and carry on
That gull’s flyin’ low into the east
On this special day, when I should feast.

For other examples of the villanelle go to visit Poetry Soup!

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Mind of a Mage… – Ghazal – October 15, 2014

Mind of a Mage … (Ghazal)

In the off-wings behind her veiled blind of a mage –
She’s not young, her gray hairs remind me of a mage …

Languid eyes, rosy cheeks and a solemn stare –
She hides behind the twisted mind of a mage …

More like a wizard than a witch … devious is she
Weaving words complacently – with her mind of a mage …

Always right, or so she thinks, she drives me mad!
Proud and austere – devious mind of a mage …

Ah women – bedeviled creatures one and all,
Beware friend, of their serpent mind of a mage …

 

I her man, am trapped in her spider’s web …
She’s bewitching – with her mind of a mage.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

 

This was inspired by Ye Olde Foole … he’s been better known for his haiku and tanka, but is an all around great poet … and writes in many forms including sonnets and ghazal … I read a couple of his ghazal yesterday and he sent me one written by Robert Bly.  Then this morning I saw a new ghazal on Fool’s Blog and decided to write Mindlovesmisery’s Self Portrait prompt (whereby you look at yourself through the eyes of another)  using a ghazal … hope you’ll drop by and  enjoy both of them!

Here is how you write a ghazal:

1. Every verse is a 2-line couplet, (unless your Robert Bly) with around 4 to 10 couplets in total.
2. Each line must contain the same number of syllables.
3. Every verse ends in the same word(s) preceded by a rhyme.
The same repeating word(s) is/are called a radif, and the rhyme is called a qaafiya.
4. In the first couplet, both lines end with a qaafiya (rhyme) and radif (repeating word(s)).
5. Each verse is considered a separate mini-poem, so there is no need for any connection between couplets.
6. The last verse is traditionally a signature couplet in which you include your first or last name (or nickname).

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Summer Sunshine – Haibun – October 14, 2014

Summer Sunshine (Haibun)

Walking through Rovereto, with its high walls and cold wind, I was going to the train station. Passing the children off to school, to was going to meet my son who was coming home and would be with us for a week – I couldn’t help smiling.  Happy, a song filled my mind and soul – I felt like the world was a better, happier, place to live in.  No marching band was there to greet him, at least not one you could see, just the music in my mind.  The train rolled in.

cold autumn wind
the train pulls into the station
– summer sunshine

 

From: Hub Pages – Haibun

Here’s an example of a classic haibun written by the famous haiku master, Basho which I found on Hub Pages with a fine article on what haibun is, classically:

I left my rundown hut beside the river during the eighth month of 1684, placing my trust in my walking stick and in the words of the Chinese sage who said: “I pack no provisions for my long journey — entering emptiness under the midnight moon.” The voice of the wind was oddly cold.

Weather-beaten bones,
I’ll leave your heart exposed
to cold, piercing winds

(c) Basho

Written for Lego Haibun using a video prompt.

014d1-octpowrimobadge2I’m submitting this second poem today at OctPoWriMo for the prompt: “Inspiration from the Poets Who Went Before…”

Only the Maverick – Free Verse – October 14, 2014

Definition of Maverick

Google

The Maverick

Goad them onto the turf of battle
Hew them in their youth
Write your initials on their tombs
Solemnly march on by …

Only the dispised maverick
Stands even half a chance
To wriggle through the mesh …
Nimble as an eel he goes
Setting his own cadence …

Society’s pathological goals
Teaching everything and vise-versa …
Waxing eloquent it convinces
The people to sanction death …

Goaded onto the turf of war
Hewn is our youth
Write your initials on their tombs
Solemnly march on by …

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1. Cadence 2. Maverick 3. Nimble 4. Turf  5. Initials 6. Pathology 7. Waxen 8. March 9. Eel 10. Vise 11. Goad 12. Hew

Mindlove’smisery’s Menagerie – Wordle

Leafy Boat Lullaby – Free Verse – October 13, 2014

The Grand Canal from Palazzo Flangini to Campo San Marcuola, Canaletto, 1738

 

Leafy Boat Lullaby – Free Verse

Riding on my leafy boat
along the gutter
to the stream
with just my hopes,
that make-up my dreams,
and my pet field mouse
to accompany me …
I’ll cross the lake
then flow into the Po
and finally I’ll find
the Grand Canal
where all the merchants
of the Republic sail
to the Holy Land
and beyond …
so let it rain
what say you my dear
I need the gutter stream
to wander
and if the thunder
sounds like cannon balls
we’ll just ignore them
and the celestial wars …
I’ll find a rainbow
then off I’ll go
to my leafy boat
and handily
will I float off to the sea
… if you want
you can come with me
into dream land
with this lullaby
and we’ll visit
the King of China …

(c) G.s.k. ’14

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Another Day … – Free Verse – October 11, 2014

Passing Through

lesley-oldaker@Deviant Art

another day
walking along the treadmill
of  life
the rain like tears
falls
reminding me of other days
of other thoughts
and ambitions
no longer mine

another day
walking in this world
of delusions
grey and lifeless
yet it frantically searchs
for
who knows what
perhaps ambitions
no longer theirs

another day
in a depression
that’s lingers on
with no respite in sight
as politicians
promise relief
for the youth
who can’t find work
and families
who’ve lost their homes

another day
listening to the chit-chat
analities
called “news”
thrown around
to distract
us
from the
paucity of solutions
of a society
in decline
holding on desperately
to ideals
which have long since
become demodè

Another day …
and yet I walk
looking for those single flowers
which brighten
dim days
giving me hope
that this cold winter
will soon pass
leaving way
for a new spring.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge : This week Laura A. Lord has provided the picture for the photo prompt so be sure to visit her blog

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Golden Books – Free Verse – October 10, 2014

Toblino Castle by GSK

Toblino Castle by GSK

In the spring of my existence
Glorious are the illustrations
Of my beloved Golden Books.
Laying here on a rug in October
I meet :
Inviting, a mysterious wise stranger,
Or maybe a horrible dark wicked witch,
Mud-streaked travellers through dank woods
And I gallop through the skies on a flying pony …
Day in and day out …
I while away the long seeming empty hours,
Alone but rarely lonely,
Inventing stories for these illustrations,
Since Mommy has no time to read to me.

Nursery rhymes and fairy tales
Are now my poetry and flash fiction
In this October of my waning years
I’m never lonely but accompanied
By the strangers that I meet each day
Who lead me to startling illuminations
From the mud-streaked reality of society
To startling encounters within my soul
This road may now be in decline,
No lofty mountains do I wish to climb …
Soon I’ll walk in winter cold
But for now …
This is the harvest of my days
Seeded in my early spring
From a Library of Golden Books.

(c) G.s.k. ’14

 

The Wordle:

Jules: illuminations
Hannah: October
Irene: stranger
Barbara: mud-streaked
Debi: library

The prompt:

“October is a transformative month.

It’s harvest season. It is said “to bend with apples”. Said of course, in eternal reference to Keats’s “Ode to Autumn”. It harkens toward winter, and that, my friends, is the great harbinger that engenders a great mellowing. An internal transformation that mere mortals are forced to undergo. If only we never grow up.

 

If you had to write a story, I want that story to include these elements:

1) passage of time – perhaps have the character speaking in childhood or youth in part one; and then speaking as an older person in part two.

2) an ending that has so little and so much to do with the earlier parts of your story. Digression becomes the core of the story.

3) yet it is an ending that lightens the load.”

 

Red Wolf Poems – We Wordle

 

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Amazing Grace – Acrostic – October 9, 2014

Amazing Grace

Arrogant are the leaders
Moving religions today
Animists or monotheists
Zionists, Christians or Muslims …
Intoning their crude hymns of fire
Negate each other’s faith
Grazing upon the fear and hatred of our souls.

Greed and avarice abounds
Rending life from the innocent
Animosity’s supple reasoning
Creates illogical xenophobic doctrines
Evicting love from grace.

 

Arrogant, crude, supple (from 3 Word Wednesday)

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Thunder Storm – Free Verse – October 7, 2014

 

Thunder Storm

boom – bang – crash!
thunder rolls and lightning flashes
illuminating the blackened sky
the wild wind howls
the battle’s begun
in the misty heights above
from darker than darkness
rages the night-time struggle –
heavy hail stones fall
they pitter-patter upon my roof tiles,
in a playful rhythm,
which soon becomes deafening
shaking the tiles
pinging off the window sills
and beating the trees and land
in seeming vengeance –
Anemoi howls his wrath
trees shatter – leaves fly
(I, coward that I am
huddle under my down duvet)
at last in the eastern sky
Re-Harakhte rises
dispersing the darkness
from his divine portal
calming the skies –
I welcome the falcon of dawn
as he flies high
renewing life
dispersing the contenders
to the netherworld.

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