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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Just a Note: Monday 12 August 2013

Hello World!

Another week has flown by!  It seems to me I’d just finished my last Just a Note and here I am again trying to make a summary of my “week that was”!  I think the reason is because these weeks are so full of wonderful things happening…one of which is the rebirth of enthusiasm.  So, let me get this on the road!

Awards:

This has been a voice that’s been missing over the past two weeks…alas, a kind of calm before the storm!  This week Bastet and Sekhmet have been nominated by three people for some great awards.

At the beginning of the week, Richard Danker of richardankerswrites nominated me for The WordPress Family Award..with a lovely note attached…first of all I’d like to thank Richard, a fine poet by the way whom I think everyone should go and visit, and congratulate him on his fine blog!

Then, in the middle of the week Sweetness 6645 from Chronicles of a Public Transport User surprised me with a lovely bouquet of awards! The ABC, Inner Peace, Most Influential Blogger, Sunshine and Most Versatile Blogger awards!  Thank you so much for these fine mentions!  Everybody, if you like to laugh this is the place to go…having myself been a Public Transport User over the years, her blog tickles me as they tickle my memories of travelling on buses, trains and metros all with a photo she’s shot to illustrate her blog!  She also participates in the photography challenges and what little works of art she produces…go have a look!

 

And then…to my complete surprise…Sahm A. King, that talented force of nature nominated me for yet another award, this time the Versatile Blogger Award with a fantastic mention:

“Bastet not only takes photos, but she writes poetry using a variety of forms (to include even freeverse).  It doesn’t stop there.  She’s also a moderator on We Drink Because We’re Poets, and she has the Pixelventures photo prompts there, on top of featuring photographers!”

I’d really like to thank Sahm for his glowing words.  You’ve all read me write about Sahm over the months…I met him in March at his Arkside of Thought where I’d read one of his famous 5 Points in Sarcasm posts about poets.  I’ll admit, I didn’t understand where he was going to until the very end of the post when, voilà, I realized I was reading sarcastic irony at its finest…through him I visited We Drink and participated using their daily poetry prompts, and began to write poetry again after very many years of never putting word to rhyme!  If today I can call myself poet, it’s thanks to Sahm King.  Go have a look at the Arkside of Thought and We Drink Because We’re Poets…you may become inspired!

This week has been a week where I’ve seen “following” pop up very often and so I’d like to dedicate these awards to the new friends of Bastet and Sekhmet and welcome you to the community!  Take your pick, choose an award and say Bastet nominated you!

Blogging:

I have felt very inspired by a group of poets/writers that I’ve been meeting with recently in blogworld.  Their single names are yet to be publicized, but if you’re following my posts, you’ll see that we are 13…sometimes we mention each other’s work…we prompt (this one’s from the lovely Lilith!) and follow each other’s prompts.  I wrote a poem in dedication to the group called Bard’s Song and invented a new poetry form which I’ve dedicated to them called “The Group Effect” the link will take you to the second poem I wrote using this form, but I presented it the first time at We Drink for the Thursday Poetry Prompt.  Working and collaborating with fellow bloggers is a great experience…something that I think we should all try.  I think I’ll be talking more about The Group in the future.

I don’t write only poetry as you know…I also dabble in short stories.  I’m not publishing many lately, mostly because I’ve been very busy in other directions.  There is also another reason why I hesitate now to post my stories.  I’d like to publish them some day outside of blogworld, and it seems that once posted, many e-zines and magazines consider the work published and won’t accept the work as original!  This and other little important bits of news into short story publishing I’ve come across through a very interesting post “A Dream Come True” sister post of “Granny Says” by M.E. McMahon aka Cranky.

Since I’ve known her she’s been encouraging me to publish…I’ve hesitated, believe it or not, I’m not really sure of all of this newly discovered faith that you’ve all shown in my writing and photographic skills.  To me it’s just stuff I’ve dabbled with in one form or another over the years and I’d never expected to go beyond friends and family with any of it.

So, I’m thinking…maybe I’ll write some password posts with a series I’ve in mind of short stories…which I will then try to publish, once shaped up into saleable material…thanks Cranky and Blu (though you may not know why) for the idea.

Thoughts for Ionia:

Many of you have read Ionia, many have had the privilege of having her comment your work…Ionia is another of those talented forces of nature that inspire and stimulate us all.  Today, Ionia is going to go and “kick cancer’s ass” and I would like for all of you to put your best foot forward in the realm of positive thinking…let’s help Ionia…keep her in your thoughts. My special thanks to John W. Howell for his wonderful blog (and this idea) for Ionia…you’ll be able to read it clicking the link on positive thinking above.

Well…as the closing song of an old 60s TV show went: That was the week that was…it’s over and it’s gone…now the work begins for the new week!  What new adventures are awaiting, what new inspiration, what new stories, poems and photographs!

Have a great week!  Bastet.

Poetry-Group Effect: Modern Times

children's train

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.

We Drink Inspiration: Of Fig Leaves

Thursday Poetry Prompt #15: Invent a Form!

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.

the fig leaf

Of Fig Leaves

We together one summer day,
Through the country we wound our way,
We laughed and shot some photographs,
Shooting fields and trees near the path,
And the day was young.

I stopped beside an old fig tree,
By the path it stood in bright green.
Taking quite a few close-up shots.
Making comments as I worked,
Thinking of a rhyme.

I talked to you about my blog
And how I like to clear the fog
Of illogical stories told,
Passed as history, but fool’s gold.
Philosophizing.

Asking why figs were interesting,
Masking my glee I just replied:
Biblical verse makes me ponder,
Quizzical questions I must pose
Your eyes opened wide.

You laughed at once remembering,
The burns you got from fig leaf sap
you too then speculated of the effects
of fig leaves on sensitive private parts!

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.