TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – Calendar – January 17, 2016

Calendar

THIS OLD DESK CALENDAR WITH ITS CELLULOID MONTHS AND NUMBERS MARKS OFF THE FLEEING DAYS.

each passing season
cherry blooms to persimmons
nature’s calendar

torn calendar page
another day passes
[gone]

© G.s.k. ‘16

TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – Calendar

October Rainy Day – Free Verse – October, 15, 2015

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Ah – when all is said and finally done
And the last tear has fallen from the sky
Come, let me sing to you a lullaby
Of golden leaves and winter love …

Smell the mushrooms as they grow
And the sweet perfume of the woods
Sit here beside me as I light the fire
I’ll warm the wine I mixed with spices …

We’ll make love and pass the nights away
Until  the blackbird sings his song again
Then spring will have tiptoed in with the dawn
And I’ll have vanished in the warm morning sun …

Ah –  I’ll return when all is said and done
Upon the tears of an October rainy day
When trees are golden and skies are grey.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Morning Haiku and Waka – Colours (Red) – September 18, 2015

Collage Riva in Red

Collage Riva in Red

tumbling leaves
carpeting the park and streets
in crimson

[that world in red]
floating in muffled silence
lost paradise

warming fire
the licking flames burn red
turning logs black

Christmas tree
decked in red trimmed in white
childhood memories

in her passion
she paints the world red
ocean waves crash
in growing cacophony
– silence

© G.s.k. ‘15

Tackle it Tuesday – Generosity and Purity – December 17, 2014

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Generosity

winter frost
rain in spring and fall harvest
apple trees
from blossom to fruit
living generously

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the seasons
nature’s generous gift
to Earth

© G.s.k. ‘14

Carpe Diem Tackle it Tuesday – Generosity

Purity

in April
droplets fall on the leaves
the purity of rain
cleanness perfumes the air
walking through the woods

bright laughter
children in the snow
making angels

crystal trees
early mountain morning
ice fog at night

© G.s.k. ‘14

Carpe Diem Tackle it Tuesday – Purity

I was going to post the first half of this post yesterday morning when I became distracted … I’d written all my posts onto word and was looking for the purity post when I discovered that it got lost in the ether .. anyway I’m also going to link this to fog/ripe or rime for the last poem but also to publicize this great prompt written by Chèvrefeuille.

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

pure earth
observing the seasons
satori

© G.s.k. ‘14

Tilus – A new poetry form

I was curious to know what the blog Shiteki Na Usagi was all about when I saw it mentioned (by way of a comment link 😉 ) on The Red Wolf Poems blog…and found a new poetry from which came from thedVerse Poet’s Pub!  What a long road for a short poetry form…for it’s very short indeed, just 10 syllables in all!

Tilus [tee-loo-hz] is a form created by Kelvin S.M. and falls under the category of micro poetry. The form is divided into two parts: the first part is composed of two lines following a 6-3 syllable count; the second part, a one-syllable word to close and/or complete the subject layered in the first part. The whole piece must, only, contain 10 in overall syllable count. The main focus of Tilus is on the world of Nature, and how it can open a new door to a wider understanding of life and beyond. The form aims to be epic in emotions expressed, more importantly, than to be epic in words.”  for dVerse

Irresistable! So, now along with the beloved haiku, senryu, elfje, shadorma etc. I have a new category to add – the tilus!

spring bird’s estatic song
serenades
love

calm day breaks into storm
wolf-wind howls
fear

sweet sunshine rising warm
summer morn
smiles

Here’s:  Shiteki Na Usagi where I found the poetry form and dVerse where Tawnya found it.

Tanka: An Amreen Inspired Prompt

Paint the World with Words has a Monday prompt that changes each week.. Ths is only the second time I’ve participated…last week we were invited to write a Limerick!  This week it’s a tanka!  Yeah one of my favorite forms!

soft frosted

soft frosted

Tanka

Autumn is passing

how autumn ages
the hoar frost creates white fields
crunch along the path
soon autumn will just pass on
youthful winter soon begins

Seasons 2: Ragnarök

Free Verse

Ragnarök

Seasons come and go
into labyrinths they flow…
One man’s Spring
Brings blooms
Another’s thorns.

Summer’s first fruit eaten
The rest may go rotten…
During Autumn we harvest
grain and grapes…
Winter, Gaia lays fallow:
She rests and hibernates.

With men it’s different:
Ragnarök is our winter fate
Battle never won by Gods or men.

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Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub: 55 word free form prompt:

Tonight, I invite you to contribute your own 55-word poem.

Yes, that’s the only rule: The poem (not including the title) should have 55 words, no more, no less.

It’s not required, but if you wanted use a metrical or rhyming framework to the poem – to differentiate it from 55-word prose – it would be amazing.

And folks, let’s link to the G-man and other 55-word groups, and help bring together communities meant to encourage a love affair with writing.

This is also submitted to G-Man’s 55 where the prompt is to write in exactly 55 words.

A Terzanelle – Challenge: Seasons

Terzanelle

Seasons

Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
Winter begins to die that day
Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

Though the days are still and so grey
Each morning the sun, closer comes.
Winter begins to die that day.

Sad the bard no longer strums,
Sang he of winter’s failing hold:
Each morning the sun, closer comes.

“Cold dragon grasp the world so bold!
But Winter came to Earth and lost!”
Sang they of winter’s failing hold.

“Cold pride carries a heavy cost…
Winter  thought  to conquer the Earth,
But Winter came to Earth and lost!”

So say I Winter is Spring’s birth
Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
Winter thought to conquer the Earth,
Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

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Terzanelle 

If anyone would like to participate in my little challenge, Id be delighted to read and copy your link and poem here.  This is not a Bastet idea.  Not long ago a great poet and blogger named Cubby at Reowr used to do these sorts of challenges.  She’s been off-line now for over two months, and as she was very much a muse to me and I miss her, I thought I’d do a challenge.

Why a Terzanelle, because I read about it for the first time this morning on a blog posted by Blog it or Lose it and yes…I’m quoting her/his instructions, but you can find them on Shadow Poetry with variations and examples.

The subject of this poem though was inspired by Sahm King.  Another of my favorite bloggers and poets, an important muse and mentor as well.  If it hadn’t been for Sahm, I wouldn’t be writing poetry at all…so if you don’t like my poems…blame him 😉

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“A terzanelle is part villanelle and part terza rima. The poem consists of 19 lines – five triplets with a quatrain added to the end.

Six of the lines are repeated in their entirety. The second line of each triplet becomes the third line of the next triplet. In the first triplet, the first and third lines become the second and fourth lines of the ending quatrain. And, yes – in the first stanza, the first and third lines are identical. (Capitalized letters indicate repeated lines. “B” rhymes with “b” but is a new line.)”

Oh my…here’s a little addition that wasn’t in this explanation…sorry. Each line of the poem should be the same metrical length.  As you can see it’s rather important.  So if you start with 6 (or 7, 10 whatever) syllable per line stick to them to the end.

My poem broken down in colors to follow how they are placed in the poem:

A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
B /  Winter begins to die that day
A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

b /  Though the days are still and so grey
C /  Each morning the sun, closer comes.
B /  Winter begins to die that day

c /  Sad the bard no longer strums,
D /  Sang he of winter’s failing hold:
C /  Each morning the sun, closer comes.

d /  “Cold dragon grasp the world so bold!
E /  But Winter came to Earth and lost!”
D /  Sang he of winter’s failing hold:

e / “Cold pride carries a heavy cost…
F /  Winter  thought  to conquer the Earth,
E /  But Winter came to Earth and lost!”

f /  So say I Winter is Spring’s birth
A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes
F /  Winter  thought  to conquer the Earth,
A /  Spring is born from Yule Tide’s ashes

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The Legends of Windemere
Facing the Music of the Past

The past is waiting for his return
Many hold a grudge
The past is waiting for his return

At the gate he will not budge
He senses anger in the air
Many hold a grudge

A familiar face devoid of care
She remembers what he did
He senses anger in the air

The love she held may now be rid
His presence boils her blood
She remembers what he did

Tears flowing like a salty flood
Neither knowing their next moves
His presence boils her blood

Time shall be a friend who proves
The past is waiting for his return
Neither knowing their next moves
The past is waiting for his return

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Liars, Hypocrites & The Development of Human Emotion

An Emotional Winter (Terzanelle)

Blood congeals, ice and snow conspire
In the discontent of winter
Blood congeals, ice and snow conspire

Rotted wood begins to splinter
And frost glazes the pane of glass
In the discontent of winter

Wind freezes the bull’s balls of brass
Up ankle deep in slush and sleet
And frost glazes the pane of glass

Plowing the way through city street
Walkways one cannot navigate
Up ankle deep in slush and sleet

The bough breaks beneath the snow’s weight
Easier to be cynical
Walkways one cannot navigate

Everything’s cold and clinical
Blood congeals, ice and snow conspire
Easier to be cynical